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When the good people at Labs4Rescue, through whom we听补诲辞辫迟别诲 Albie, called and asked if we could help another Lab in need, we said, 鈥測es,鈥� of course. It wasn鈥檛 a big request.

A chocolate Lab, who鈥檇 come north from the same part of Louisiana as our pup, was going to be fostered in a home not far from ours until a permanent home could be found. But the foster 鈥渕om鈥� couldn鈥檛 get to the shelter before it closed on the assigned day. Could we pick up Wilson and keep him with us for a few hours?

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When my wife, Judy, and I came home with Wilson we weren鈥檛 sure what to expect. Would Albie turn on him in a fit of jealous rage? Would he get territorial about our house and his toys? Would these two male Labs get along or get into a fight? In short, it was just like any other play date we鈥檇 arranged for our boys when they were little.

At first, Wilson and Albie could barely contain their excitement. In the backyard they jumped on each other, nipped one another, growled and took turns trying to show each other who鈥檚 boss. New to having a dog, it can sometimes be hard to discern true aggression from merely aggressive play, but for the most part it seemed like roughhousing with a few brief moments of, 鈥淗ey, that hurt.鈥�

Once inside, we gave them both dinner, making sure to put down separate bowls at the same time and well apart from one another. Then, happily, things settled down. You could almost imagine the two of them, like brothers, sharing the house in quasi-equanimity. As the father of two boys I can vouch that general tolerance interrupted by occasional moments of true aggression just about sums up life with two boys, so this tableau seemed quite familiar. They played some more -- more gently than we saw outdoors -- and they alternately ignored each other and competed for affection; patting one on the head inevitably brought the other.

But the moment of truth came when Wilson helped himself to Albie鈥檚 favorite chew toy, which, fortunately, is not our sofa (though he helped himself to that, too, making himself right at home where Albie is forbidden to go). How many of our kids鈥� play dates ended over the enigmatic concept of 鈥渟haring鈥�? How many tears have we seen shed over the equally enigmatic concept of 鈥渢aking turns鈥�? It was hard enough getting those concepts through to our children; it was surely not something that could be explained to a dog. Remember how proud you felt when your toddler first showed signs of generosity with things he treasured? When, instead of a tantrum, she responded to another kid taking a prized toy by busying herself with her second favorite? Those were occasions for heaping praise.

Well, I am very proud to say that Albie was perfectly content to let Wilson wail away on his chew toy, and he didn鈥檛 even flinch when Wilson plopped himself down on Albie鈥檚 L.L. Bean dog bed (and later on our bed here Albie is also not allowed). Is there any doubt that this is attributable to excellent parenting? And while I鈥檓 being the proud, pat-myself-on-the-back Daddy鈥�as readers of these columns know, last week we had a growing concern about Albie barking and growling at visitors.

Well, I鈥檓 happy to report that the refrigerator repairman was here today, and Albie was totally chill (no pun intended). I think we鈥檙e making progress.

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