The answer to that question is “great!”. Frasier is a very special dog. Michelle and I consider him our first child. He shows emotions and has facial expressions that communicate what he is feeling better than some humans can. He is loyal, gentle, smart, loving, and goofy. Growing up my family had a boxer named Zetta. I always called her the best dog I have ever seen. Frasier is fast approaching that level. If anything ever happened to him I would be devastated. If anyone ever tried to harm him I would do to them what Marcellus Wallace did to Zed in Pulp Fiction. Getting that dog is one of the best decisions we ever made, I couldn’t imagine my life, or our family, without him.
With that being said, that is the exact reason I was very nervous about bringing Ava home. There was no telling how Frasier would react. He was used to receiving all the attention, spoiled more than any other dog I know. Now I wasn’t afraid that he would be aggressive or snip at Ava. What I was afraid of was if he would be ornery and misbehave, and do things like chew furniture, pee/poop in the house, bark too much, etc. These are all things I heard of other dogs doing.
So the day we brought Ava home, I had to pick the Fraz-Man up from Camp BowWow where he was staying while we were in the hospital. I brought one of Ava’s blankets with me for him to smell and get to know her scent. When we came in, Michelle had Ava in her carrier and Frasier sniffed her. A couple of times we had to pull him back because he got too excited and doesn’t understand his own size and strength. However, after a few hours Ava was old news and he started to pay attention to other things again.
It seems though that each day he has a better understanding of what Ava is and what she is to us. He is always very gentle with her. When she sits in her swing, he will walk by and peak in, give her a lick on her feet and then go about his business. When Ava starts to cry while in her swing, he is usually the first over there, looking very concerned about why she is crying. When we change her downstairs on the couch, he will sit on the other side and lick her head as she fusses. At night he will sometimes lay in her room and he always gets up with us for the nightly feedings. Every now and then he will lay in a corner somewhere and look pathetic, this is to let us know that he is sick of watching us hold the baby and wants some attention of his own. We oblige him.
As Ava grows, she can tug on him and climb over him all she wants. Frasier won’t bat an eye. We couldn’t have asked for a better dog for Ava to grow up with. It will be fun to see what Ava calls him as she starts to talk. She can add to his already long list of nicknames, including: Fraz, Fraz-Man, Frasier Fudge (courtesy of my brother-in-law Jay), the fudge man, Fraz-ma-taz, Frazzy (pronounced ‘Fra-shee’), the big man, the big galute, punk man, Bubbaloo, and Frasier Fudge Prince of Pittsburgh (his official AKC registered name).
Quick funny story, Ava’s belly button scabby thing fell off the other day. Michelle said throw it away, so instead I left it on the window cill in her room, next to the changing table. Well a few days ago I was fumbling around changing Ava and somehow knocked the scabby thingy off the cill and onto the floor. Frasier took no time at all finding it and eating it. It sounded crunchy.