I’m living with my poodle friend Archy for a week while his mom is on vacation. Archy and I have been friends since he moved into the neighborhood a little over a year ago, and he’s always happy to see me, but he’s really, really attached to Leslie. If she’s around, he adores me and gets all jumpy and frolicksome, but if she’s not he isn’t so sure about things. Generally, if I’m the one who shows up at the door to take him for a walk, there’s some wagging when I open the crate, but then his tail droops and he follows me listlessly down the block.
Treats and toys can’t coax him out of it – he only eats treats if he’s already happy. It’s like he’s showing off. He sits on the floor facing you and wedges the carrot or the rawhide or the cookie or whatever between his paws and gnaws on it, looking up every now and then to be sure you’re watching. I worried that he’d be really depressed all week, but after a day and a half of gazing at the door and moping down the sidewalk, he suddenly settled in and got comfortable with me. He’s dashing down the block and then back at me, he’s eating his food, he’s prancing around and biting my clothes (it’s a thing; he likes to dance), and he’s playing with his toys.