I just read your column and I felt compelled to write you! I have two furry children myself. My oldest is a Maltese named J.P.. He just turned fourteen this November. My
youngest is a Yorkie named Riley. He will be seven in December.
J.P. is one of the smartest dogs I have ever known, hardheaded but intelligent. Riley is the baby and acts just that way.
When I first got Riley, J.P. did not like him at all. I would put Riley (weighing all of one pound) in my bottom floor bathroom. He was so tiny I was scared he would get hurt if he
were left out. After about a month and a half I felt brave and left Riley out in the house while I ran to the store. When I returned home, Riley was nowhere to be found. I was hysterical.
J.P. was elated.
I searched everywhere. Still no Riley. I could here him but could not find him. After searching for what seemed forever J.P. showed me where he put Riley. Riley was on the
fourth or fifth stair in the stairway of my townhouse. There was no way he could have gotten up there by himself. J.P. had put him there, and was happy he had done so!
After that little episode J.P. started being nice to the baby. Now they are best friends. I say best friends, but when it comes to the doggy chew bones Riley's mamma buys him, there
are no friends. He acts like a toddler that doesn't want to share his toys!!!
Riley & J.P.'s Mom