Little Jagger was jumping around, sniffing her here, sniffing her there, and finally decided to go a little too far, and Katie, insulted, growled and jumped up. We finally had to separate them.
Poor Katie, she was really good, and poor Jagger, too. He was just being a curious, playful male puppy. They have a few crates around the house, and I got a larger one to put Katie in some of the time - a safe place where Jagger couldn't try to play with her. Katie's such a great dog, but I don't think she knows how to play with other dogs.
Jagger has a bed in the corner of the family room, and he's pretty good about going to his bed and staying there, his training is new and on-going right now, but having Katie roaming around was too much sometimes, and of course he'd soon be out of his bed. We kind of rotated dogs in crates.
Then little Jagger went to the vet on Thursday for his appointment to be altered. He came home drugged and with a "cone" around his neck to keep him away from the stitches, and he was super calm that afternoon. The next day he was back to his old self and doing fine. Here's a photo from last night, poor pup. He was sent to his bed but kept his eyes on everything that was going on. Look at that darling face:
Gavin and I took the dogs for a walk yesterday, and Jagger just prances and dances and wags his tail the whole time. He's got long legs and is a little bigger than Katie, but she's much more solid. He's light as a feather. So cute! :)
That's it for today - a Katie and Jagger post.
From me and Katie, have a great Saturday, everybody! :)