Tinkerbell and Starbreaker
Well, just as Vern was initially not impressed with Tink, Tink was not initially impressed with Star. There can be no question that she knew our intent from the very beginning. From the moment we arrived at Cultus Mountain Ranch, she was angry with us. The excitement of the ride wore off by the time we reached Everett. The excitement of arriving somewhere evaporated when we left her in the car. Then, after picking out a puppy, we put her down to interact with him to see how that would go and she ignored him utterly. It was theatrical and unmistakable.
Well, we got the little bugger, anyway, and she wouldn't 'speak' to me the whole way home. What a mess! Little puppy was car sick, Tinker was pissed, and Paul was both driving and having an 'episode'. Ducky.
We got home and Paul was busy acting out over the puppy, and so was Tink She was really put out. He ADORED her! Oh yes, he did! He followed her EVERYWHERE! She was as mean as she knew how to be, but he never got the hint. And, oh, he was SO cute! There was much rolling around and arfing, and whining, and wiggling. It was, clearly, very hard for her to keep ignoring him.
One day, I was outside in the yard weeding, and Tink and Star were 'helping'. I got up to go empty my bag of weeds into the bin, and Puppy butt was unable to get over the ginormous landscaping boulder. He tried several times, and then just sat back on his little puppy fanny and whined. I knew he was fine, and that I was coming right back, so I didn't worry about him. Good Auntie Tink looked at me, looked at the puppy and went back over to where he was and sat down next to him. He was immediately all over her with kisses and love and puppy wiggles. She shrugged him off and refused to look at him, but she sat next to him till I got back, making him feel safe and loved.
Of course, eventually Tink found some peace over the baby, and they began to play and interact. But, really, it progressed beyond that. Sometimes I would see them just sitting face to face "making out". Truly! Both of them just sitting there licking each other's faces over and over and over. Starbreaker idolized Tinkerbell, and clearly she loved him too.
When I moved out on my own with them, I was worried about them spending so much time alone, so I got a dog walker. On Wednesdays, which is the day I spend the most time out of the house, their favorite person, Julie, came and took them to Marymoor park. Julie shared that the first day they went she was a little nervous. Tink was obedient enough, but Star was so random, she really didn't want to loose him and end out chasing him down the street trying to get him to come to her. So she took some time to get close to them, then took Tink out to the van. She needn't have worried. She put Star on lead and took him out to the van. He sniffed and drug her around briefly, then caught Tink's scent and made a beeline for the van, and jumped in without hesitation. She decided Tink was the key; Star would follow her anywhere.
And so it seemed to be.
Tinkerbell had a surgery, in the beginning of her downhill slide. They cut her open, stem to stern, and what do you think happened? Well, they sent her home and told me to keep her quiet, you know, surgery and healing and everything. So I locked her in the bedroom when I went to work. I had the Elizabethan collar on her, and set her up with chew toys and her very own bowl of water. So, naturally, my 1-day post surgery little fairy princess nearly ripped a 3-panel door apart trying to get to her young furry charge. I came home, the Elizabethan collar was dangling by a thread, her pain patch was off and on the floor, the water dish was EMPTY (big bowl, people), she'd moved the bed, rearranged the bedding, ripped the clothes off the pegs on the back of the door, breaking one of the pegs in the process, and scratched up the door and wall. Apparently, she'd completely gotten over her initial snit, and that little boy was hers!
And he loved her, too, to be sure!
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