We've been dogsitting a 1-year-old Bichon Frise named "Charlie," who belongs to a friend. Juneau doesn't seem to mind. She does seem to actively seek the affection of family in Charlie's presence. Jealousy?
A few times when Charlie jumped on my lap, Juneau came right over to rest her head on my shoulder.
Walks in the woods are difficult. Juneau likes to ZOOM! Charlie's steps are tiny. Charlie also has one of those retractable leashes I have difficulty mastering. And he must stay on the leash. On walks in the woods his leash keeps getting stuck in the undergrowth. Usually I lose sight of Juneau while I untangle the mess. But Juneau is always waiting a ways up the path. At least so far.
On July 4th I took Juneau to the fireworks in Wakefield. The fireworks didn't scare her, just all the people. I had to carry her a half-mile back to the car. She is getting heavy. I am getting old.
We have Aug. 15 circled on our schedule. Juneau and me will be attending a "Save a Sato" reunion at the Northeast Animal Shelter in Salem. The rescuers from Puerto Rico who save these dogs will be there. I want to thank them for saving Juneau. She has her issues, but she also has a gentle heart.