Aoife, the new puppy, has settled into the house. So far we've pretty much established that she's a stick dog, she's a car-ride dog, and she's a frisbee dog. She loves us, and once social distancing isn't such a big deal, we'll work on socializing her.
The cats are still annoyed. We've established our bedroom as the cat sanctuary, and Mark occasionally opens the door and stands with the dog while the cats furtively eat their meals. Mark usually times some long-ish dog walks around meal times so the cats can come out of our bedroom to skulk and sniff. The down side of all this is that that cats frequently want to leave the room at 3:30 AM and wake us to open a window. If we're not stealthy enough, the dog hears us rustling around and wants to be let out of her crate in The Child's room.
It's slowly paying off. The cat's aren't in a complete panic when they see the dog. Aoife has always been mildly curious in a "let's play" kind of way about them, but is otherwise uninterested in the cats... unless she thinks they are intruders on the front porch, in which case they get an "intruder alert!" bark through the front window. Smokey ventured out, took a strategic position on the table, glared with Great Glaring, then forgot that Aoife had fallen asleep on the couch while Mark and I were watching a Wooster and Jeeves movie. I didn't see Smokey's face when Mark stopped him from jumping onto his lap -- which coincided with Smokey realizing that the brindled pillow was Actually A Sleeping Brindled Dog! -- but Mark said it was priceless. Mark was also thankful he had avoided getting his lap shredded to ribbons.
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