the corner office

... and not all good. Heard from the folks next door that they've had enough of the wailing and early-morning chaos, and the band of 4 ne'erdowells are to be split. Dre is staying (as was the plan), George the Mongoose-looking mutt is actually being kept for a friend who will be returning from overseas shortly, and Rufus the (only) Blonde and Henry the Baboon-furred runt are being given to a local pet store.

Saddening, to say the least. Admittedly, I've thought about drop-kicking them out the flat when they get carried away, and it's not as if we think of the other 4 pups of the litter who've already been given away, but having connected with these little horrors, it's hard to imagine having to say goodbye to them. *sigh*

Strangely, I saw the first sign of maternality (for want of a better word) from Tupac this evening. I got ribs from Thundergun in Robindale for dinner, and kept the bones for the dogs. I gave the first bone to Tupac, planning to give the remaining bones to the pups. Before I got very far, one of the pups followed Tupac, and Tupac gave up her bone to the pup. As each of the pups bothered her, she kept giving up the bones I was giving her, until each of them had one. Only then did she find a corner and settle down to scrunch on her own. It was quite something to see, especially because in every other respect she acts like she simply can't stand her offspring.

Having seen a less pleasant pack instinct manifesting in the pups over the past few days, it was heartwarming to see a sign of good doggieness for a change.