White Dog, no question, is one very over-indulged girl. She knows it; we know it; everyone who knows us, knows it. When White Dog was a pup taking car rides or traveling with us, we often found ourselves in situations when we did not have a water bowl for her. From that was born her being allowed to drink from my glass (but only when offered). She exhibits party manners and sits politely and daintily laps the top surface of the water. She is an Eskie with a fox-like, lithe body type and movements.
But now we are two.
Quinn is the bear-body type of Eskie, soft and cuddly and not as light on his feet. His snout is shorter and wider. White Dog is Quinn's mentor/trainer and from her he has learned the rhythm of life at our house, what to expect, and what the limits are. He often learns just by copying her. Quinn has been fascinated with White Dog's "special license" to drink from a tumbler and has finally gotten enough courage to ask to try. He sits (as she does) but plunges his snout deeply into the glass until he becomes constrained, muzzled, and the liquid has surged up and out of the vessel. He pulls his face out snorting and grunting and looks puzzled about why things seem to work so differently when his sister drinks.
It is not enough to deter him, though, tonight he watched White Dog and tried yet again. Did I mention Eskies are stubborn?