from there, he wound up choosing to begin with
Pride & Prejudice
starring Keira Knightley, because there was an Irish wolfhound running around in it. Eventually Granuaile and the owner of the ranchemerged from the house with the cream-colored hound on a leash.
All right, buddy, time to be on your best behavior. Sit up and don’t move. Follow Granuaile’s lead
.
He posed like a show dog, perfectly still except for his tail, which swished madly across the grass.
“Hello, Oberon,” Granuaile said aloud, clearly for the owner’s benefit. Dog owners were used to people talking to dogs and wouldn’t find it strange. “This lovely lady is Orlaith. Would you like to say hello?”
Oberon gave a short bark of affirmation, but mentally he said,
Granuaile must have answered him, for there was a pause before he said,
Orlaith approached, nose aquiver and tail sawing the air, and Oberon rose to his feet, similarly enthused. He was very patient as she snuffled all around his face, and then she did a quick once-over of his torso before sliding down to his posterior.
Oberon said. Orlaith’s rear end was of course next to his snout now, and he turned his head to get a good whiff of it. Swinging around his head meant pulling his shoulders along and then his rear legs, which drew him away from Orlaith’s nose. She tried to get in closer, and that had the same effect, pulling her ass away from Oberon. In no time they were circling each other, pursuing what for them was a heady fragrance, and Granuaile let go of the leash. Their tempo sped up, and I wondered how long they could maintain it without crashing. Soon they weren’t even trying to sniff, they were simply chasing each other in circles with their mouths open in doggie smiles.
Granuaile laughed and looked at me. “She likes him.”
I grinned and nodded. It was pretty obvious from the hound’s behavior, but it was good to have confirmation of Orlaith’s feelings from Granuaile. I would be very careful not to tap into Orlaith’s head for a few weeks, to make sure she bonded properly with Granuaile.
Oberon heard the comment, of course, and said,
I asked Granuaile, “Do you think you’ll get along with her?”
“Oh, yes, no problem,” she replied. “Orlaith’s quick and very sweet.”
Oberon broke out of the circle and took off across the lawn, Orlaith hot on his heels.
Oberon tumbled across the grass and Orlaith quickly followed, a giant mess of fur and splayed legs until they rolled out of it, and then Oberon was chasing
her
around the lawn instead.
The owner of the ranch chuckled and said, “Well, they certainly seem to get along.”
Granuaile clapped her hands together in delight and gave a little squee. “Yes, they do. We’d like to adopt her if that’s okay.” She introduced me to the woman, who was named Kimberly. Her mother had owned the ranch during the time I’d adopted Oberon, and now she looked after it. We couldn’t tell her Oberon had ever been there, of course, because he was far older than any normal wolfhound now. But we could show Kimberly that we were pretty good with hounds.
Oberon, come on over here and be brilliant for a second so this lady will trust us with Orlaith
. Aloud I said, “Oberon! Here, boy!”
He scampered over, Orlaith close behind, and stopped in front of me.
“Sit,” I said. He sat. “Lie down.” He did so. “Belly rub.” He rolled onto his back.
No worries
. “Come to heel.” He got up and moved to my right side, facing the same way I was facing, and wagged his tail. Orlaith did the same thing with Granuaile, standing on her left side, though Granuaile hadn’t said anything aloud.
Kimberly let out a low whistle of appreciation. “Well, I guess you know your hounds,” she said.
We filled out paperwork with Kimberly and made a generous donation to the rescue, then we left with Orlaith and shifted through Tír na nÓg to our cabin in Colorado, where Orlaith would have plenty of time to bond with Granuaile and begin to learn a few words here and there.
You’ll need to be very patient with Orlaith on the talking
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