Tybee, our sheltie, basically used to run this house. She was the queen, she got everything she wanted and that is how things went…for about three years.
Then, something catastrophic (in her eyes) happened. Tybee was one day taken to the swank, upscale Tailwinds Pet Resort, you know, for a little rest and relaxation. When her subjects came to pick her up, there was an unpleasant surprise waiting for her at home: a small human, of the female variety. Now it must be mentioned that Tybee is not particularly fond of females. I am merely tolerated because Daniel appears to like me. You can image how aggrieved Tybee must have felt.
Well, we’re five months in and if I didn’t know better, I’d almost say that Tybee is warming up to May. She has acquired the nickname “Nanny.”
Tybee has a compulsive need to be in the center of everything, and lately that includes putting May to sleep. Our routine with May is to feed her in her bedroom and rock her. I used to keep the door shut, but now I leave it cracked so Tybee can come in and out as she pleases. Supervising is a tough job! It’s quite precious though. Tybee will come sit at the foot of the rocker and just lie there. She doesn’t look particularly happy to be with either one of us (we are TWO females, after all), but none the less, she does her job.
She will also supervise from a distance while May is a awake. Occasionally, she will come snuggle up right beside May and let her pull some fur out. That part I don’t quite understand. The sheltie has also taken an interest in May’s toys, but is usually respectful of the fact that they are not hers. Tybee prefers her toys caked with a layer of slobber.
I know it won’t be too long before May and Tybee are best of friends.