FIRST THERE WAS ONE ....... NOW THERE ARE TWO

FIRST THERE WAS ONE......NOW THERE ARE TWO

This is Orkie.  We don't know its breed.  She wandered into our backyard one afternoon, confused, scared, hungry and tired.  She is so tiny she must have only been three weeks old then, probably haven't been weaned from her momma.  She was crying and moaning obviously looking for her momma, as she came into our yard.  We took her in for the night hoping in the morning someone will claim her.  Three sleepless nights later, nobody claimed her, nobody looked for her so we decided to keep her and named her Orkie.  Michael prepared milk for her to drink and I put on my shopping list a baby bottle so we can keep feeding her milk.  We found out the next morning, however, that she can eat solid food, the poor thing must be really starving she decided to start eating.  That was three weeks ago.

Then last Sunday, our neighbor gave us a three-week old puppy.  Its mommy was run over by a vehicle and died on the spot.  He's furry and chubby, obviously well-fed by the momma.  He is almost 4 weeks old and of course hasn't been weaned yet.  JJ wants to name him “Blackie” but since its momma was named Blackie, I suggested “Brockie” since it has black body with chocolate brown feet.  We end up calling him Brock and Michael calls him Barack (aruy).  Just look at him...isn't he cute?

The funny thing is that when we brought Brock home, Orkie got so jealous she started growling at him, then she climbed on top of Brock and peed on him.  I guess she is “marking” him in a way and letting the newcomer know who's the boss around here.  She might be tiny, but boy she made sure Brock knows she was here first.  She didn't want to have anything to do with Brock so for two days and two nights we took care of separating them apart as Orkie bit Brock twice already.  Poor Brock would wail so pathetically each time he got bit.  I have to use a spray bottle to stop Orkie from attacking Brock.  I filled up a spray bottle with water and everytime Orkie growls or attacks Brock I spray Orkie's face with it and tell him to stop being mean to Brock.  It must have worked because on the third day they decided to be friends – just like that.  Now the two are inseparable.  They play together, sleep together and even share the same dish.  But Orkie still dominates him every now and then and that's alright too.  Someone has to lead, right?