She's doing really well. She's a three-year-old redtick (English) coonhound mix, probably about fifty-five pounds, very submissive, very pleasant, super laid-back for the breed. (She got ahold of a stray fake eyeball she shouldn't have, and I pried open her mouth, grumbling, and fished it out, which she bore with absolute patience. Of course humans will put their hands in your mouth. This is the fate of dogs.) She's much more relaxed than most coonhounds, which are a fairly high-energy breed, so I'm not sure what she's mixed with, but yay! We are old and lazy and cannot handle another athlete.
She's been great with the cats. Cat whacks her, she turns and walks away and that cat becomes Alarming Furniture To Be Avoided for a day or two. She wants to gallop around with the kittens, but does not play with her mouth (which frankly is the mission critical thing. They'll whack her if they're feeling trampled.) Smokey the cat, who is the goodwill ambassador to the world, will stand on the footstool and headbutt her in the muzzle. She bears this patiently, although she seem puzzled by it.
She loves to roam the garden and sniff ALL THE THINGS. For a hound, she is very well-behaved (i.e. she sits, doesn't chew anything, and is very well housebroken) which puts her ahead of the beagle. She doesn't come when called if there's a smell, but that's frankly just a thing you accept with hounds. The only reason Gir is ever off-leash in the front yard is because he's so old that he just wants to lie on the porch while I garden, and we can easily outrun him when he stops listening to us.
And we've left her alone for a few hours at a time and did not come back to find she'd eaten the couch, so I think it may actually work out.
Clearly an aloof, unfriendly dog. pic.twitter.com/D5s8N4Ekfp— Vague Wombat UrsulaV (@UrsulaV) October 29, 2015
I am a bit of a wreck, of course. I am a worrier by nature, valiantly as I try to hide it, and I am waiting for something to go horribly wrong, even though at this point, it probably won't. (Kevin is more sedate, but I am a wreck every time we bring a new animal into the house, just because I feel like I Am Responsible and I so anxiously want everyone to get along.) And even if nothing goes wrong, this is a fairly major upheaval in the household, so I am stressed about that.
And the weather is very gray, which doesn't help, and I can't garden because it's pouring rain (though New Hound would love to be out there with me!) And my innards have been somewhat squishy the last few days--KUEC doesn't help--so I am at a low ebb, and probably will be for another week or two until it's sunny and everything has settled back into a comfortable rhythm again.