Scrambles stared at Freckles while she ate her lettuce. Holding my breath, I waited for the moment when she finished and took action or when Scrambles became impatient and tried to approach her. Something was bound to happen and the suspense was killing me. Tempted as I was to scoop up the little dog and remove him to another room, I knew that this showdown was inevitable. If Scrambles was to be a visitor at our house, he and Freckles would have to find a way to get along.
Maybe Scrambles needed a distraction so Freckles wouldn’t feel threatened by his close proximity. I picked up a chew toy that Freckles never played with and tossed it toward Scrambles. He stared at it for a moment and then rushed over to claim it.