No, in all our excitement over Molly, we have not forgotten Lucy-bun.
Shortly after this photo was taken, however, Molly lunged at Lucy, sending Lucy off her leash, frantically skittering around the yard. I finally cornered her by the woodpile – she was grateful to be picked up by that point. She burrowed her head hard into my chin, which is her way of saying, “Mommy, I was so scared!”
So we are keeping them at some distance from one another. We had Lucy in the yard last night during dinner, but she was in her cage while Molly was on her leash. Molly seems to think that Lucy is fine so long as she’s in her cage, but if she’s on her leash and out in the open, it appears she requires bossing around. At least from Molly’s point of view.
And Lucy just thinks Molly is a horrible big dark drooling snarling loud toothy monster.