At the advice of a very close family member and friend, I decided to reward Hailey for all her help with the Z-meister. She has wanted a dog of her very own, and has asked repeatedly if Zaccheus could be hers. Knowing that he probably won't live a long rewarding life, what with a chronic sinus infection that will one day be resistant to antibiotics, I thought it unwise to just give him to her. So we came up with a compromise I rather liked. I gave Roxy to her. That was around 7:00 last night. Much has happened since then.
Now Roxy gets to sleep with her. Hailey wants to dress her, and bathe her and brush her teeth. Let's just say she wants to treat her like a doll, a living toy that will give her endless joy. Oh, boy!
I had to let Hailey in on it this morning. Roxy has very sensitive skin, so she can't be bathed often, and she must be rinsed carefully. Also, dogs do not understand a shift in authority, and I have already established that position. So Roxy is looking at her like, "what do you mean, come here? You're not the boss of me." I asked her if I had been doing a bad job taking care of R since we've had her. Since the answer was clearly "no" I told her not to change things. It's going to take a while for Roxy to make the shift. Just sleeping with her at night will establish a relationship.
But it came just one hour and forty five minutes after the power shift. I told Hailey she couldn't bathe Roxy right then.
"Mom, she's MY dog!"