After 4 days of living in our home, Brady had a playdate at Emily's. (Emily, my friend, is the owner of Sophie and Joey, Brady's mother and brother, respectively.)
Now, I thought (here I go, anthropomorphising again...) that Brady's mom would be really happy to see him.
I pictured this tearful reunion with the theme from "Born Free" going in the background.
Wrong again, you silly human mother. Think like a dog!
We get out in the backyard, and suddenly, Sophie's like, pinning him down every ten minutes while his brother, Joey goes, "Glad it's not me this time..".
She's got him on his back until he squeaks, "Uncle" (or whatever dogs are saying to get the other guy off their chest).
Theory 1: Sophie was being a protective mom and trying to corral him in whenever she thought he wandered too far...
Theory 2: To Sophie, Brady is just another dog, not some long-lost child she was mourning. Or, maybe she was thinking he was one of those boomerang children who come back home to live after you paid all that tuition for college...
Here are the photos of Brady being pinned:
First: Sophie grabs Brady by the scruff of his neck.
Next: She deftly turns him over.
Finally: He silently cries "uncle" and with his body language assures his mother that "She da man!"
So, after Brady was tackled a few more times, Emily decided to put Sophie in the house so that Brady could have some play time with Joey, a more evenly matched opponent.
After about 10 of 15 minutes of the brothers exploring rocks, foraging for "the" ultimate stick and then wrestling, I could tell Brady was getting tuckered out. I hugged Emily and said goodbye, and put Brady in his crate in the car.
On the way home, he upchucked and then took a 2.5 hour nap.
All in all, it was a fine 1st playdate but I think he and I both realized you can't go home again, at least not in the first week...
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