Campbell McRichie--a.k.a. Max the Staffie--is here. We went to Grays to get him this evening. His previous humans were OK with Ingvar's (very reasonable) stipulation that if he and the cats have not made good progress toward getting used to each other within a week, Max goes back.
So far, not too bad. He's excitable and needs to learn the pack setup here. He did some dominance barking at Mirrors and chased Punkin earlier, when she came dashing through. I had to retrieve Mirrors from a curtain rod, but at least he does not seem to be feeling betrayed because we brought in the barky beast. He's been getting extra attention, which probably helps. Feist and Punkin are making themselves scarce for the moment, and Mirrors preferred to go outside after the last barking incident.
From what I've seen so far, the situation should settle down with a little acclimation and training. *crosses fingers* We were, of course, very careful observing before Max went off his lead--and I'm continuing to watch closely. He went back on the lead, after the barking. For the moment he's roaming at will, with it dangling. (Actually, right now, he's snoring in the hall.)
Good thing I've had some experience dealing with hyper and spoiled. :) He's still a bit unsettled, and has been whining some. Before bed, we get a longer walk, to tire him out and calm him some. We may try a crate for a couple of days--just to err on the side of caution, while he gets used to the idea of the cats--if he is not settled in better tomorrow.
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