Animal Mayhem in Elkins Park
January 11, 2015 - table lamp
ELKINS PARK What happens when a cocker spaniel puppy comes to spend a four-day Thanksgiving weekend in a home with 3 cats?
Oslo is an 18-month-old, innate and bred in New York City. He graduated (barely) from puppy tractability school; and has a instincts and energy
of a springer spaniel, named for their adore of leaping.
Pumpkin, a proprietor cat, and his younger cat-cousins, Max and Flint, (also visiting for a prolonged weekend) have worked out a prevalence hierarchy over many prior visits. They have their favorite perches – a tip corner of a vital room lounge behind pillow, anywhere on Linda’s path during any time and infrequently a feet of a beds. And they receptively eat together in a kitchen twice a day – furiously lobbying Linda for additional food when she comes down for breakfast any morning.
Oslo bounced happily into a residence around noon on Thanksgiving Day with his tellurian parents, my niece Rachel and fiancé Preetham. My niece brought his full bag of toys, dog dishes and treats to go in his “woof” bowl, a control and harness. Oslo happily took all of his toys out
immediately and widespread them around a initial floor.
We haven’t had a dog in a residence given a black lab, “Darwin” died in 2010. He got along famously with all of a cats and mostly ignored
Coming into a residence on his control with his ‘rents in tow, he done friends with me really quickly, even yet Rachel warned me he didn’t trust any group he met on their walks in Brooklyn. We kept him on a leash. The cats were not reassured.
Flint took one demeanour during Oslo and spent a subsequent 4 days on a third floor.
Max and Pumpkin took retreat underneath seat on a second floor. We had commissioned a spawn box and food bowls in a second-floor bedroom
for a cats and (mostly) kept that doorway closed.
Oslo enjoyed his initial travel in a area with all a scents of other dogs on tree trunks, walls and bushes. The outing divided from the
house was infrequent and contemplative as a sniffing debate proceeded. On a lapse outing home, Oslo trotted as quick as his brief legs could go.
Oslo slept in Rachel and Preetham’s room during night and spent a daytime hours downstairs with a family.
Friday morning, we motionless to exam a boundaries. We brought Max and Pumpkin down and fed them in a kitchen. After eating, Max wedged
himself behind a dryer in a washing room. We coaxed him out eventually and he bolted behind upstairs to a bedroom.
That afternoon, Pumpkin grew bold. During his initial escapade, he crept down a stairs, and went into a song room where Oslo was sleeping and off a leash.
Oslo woke adult and chased him upstairs. Rachel raced after a dual animals and collared Oslo on a second building landing.
At slightest 18 hours upheld before Max ventured downstairs and supposing a second provocation. Oslo speckled Max and raced after him, into
what we call a song room since we have a piano there. Rachel ran after them, yelling during Oslo to “get down.”
Max, with Oslo gaining fast, had leaped adult onto and over a cot to a list behind it, knocking a flare down. The cat flew during a window, and was perched precariously with one feet on a top cincture edge of a window and a other flailing in a air, desperately clawing a glass.
“He was literally perplexing to stand a glass, that we can’t do,” Linda said. She ran in, plucked him off a window, and carried him upstairs where he cowered, traumatized, for a rest of a visit.
After that domicile trauma, Linda concluded to put adult a proxy separator during a feet of a stairs. we wanted to find a baby embankment from
our friends’ attics though she believed a doubled length of cosmetic bird concealment tied to a newel post and bending over pull pins on a other
side of a opening would be adequate to deter Oslo. The light-weight concealment was done to forestall birds from eating berries off a blueberry bushes. It was not designed for generous 40-pound spaniels.
All was still until that night when Pumpkin crept down a stairs toward a bird concealment and Olso speckled him. Oslo launched off the
couch in a vital room, jumped onto a dais we have subsequent to a stairs and attempted to strech Pumpkin by a step rails. When that
didn’t work, he raced to a bottom of a stairs, clawed a bird concealment aside and chased Pumpkin adult a stairs and onto a bed where
Linda was reading. Suddenly she had a cat scrambling over her and humble beside her, as a dog bounced into her lap.
Linda barked out, “Bad dog, Bad dog,” and, miraculously, Oslo retreated.
For a residue of a visit, a sly fortuitous remained sequestered behind sealed doors. Oslo was kept on his control in a vital room.
Like grandparents everywhere, we found it was smashing to play for a few days, but a daily walks and oldster appointments.
I privately desired walking Oslo, personification round fetch in a behind yard — and being means to call goodbye as his tellurian relatives gathering home to Brooklyn.
And I’m looking brazen to subsequent Thanksgiving, even if a cats are really not.
Contact Carl Rotenberg during 267-907-6137 (c) and 484-679-8476.