Well, the little puppy had a pretty good night. Roo tolerated him, the way one tolerates a fallen tree or a meteor that crashes through the roof of your car. She is not a sentimentalist in the matter of puppies — especially a male puppy. They like food, after all, and that is a crime that Roo finds unpardonably threatening. Her rule is simple when it comes to food: no other dog is allowed to eat anything, ever. Also, when Roo was confined as a puppy, she picked up the habit of solitude. That she doesn't have a place to go off by herself is what she dislikes the most about living in a camper (especially when the mandolin comes out at night).
So, she put up with the puppy, though she wasn't sure why she should have to.
The puppy went wild a few times. He was no more obtrusive than a dust bunny when he was asleep, but every time he woke up he started looking for things to do. He's not very good at walking, so he kept bumping into things. He tried chewing the walls, the carpets, Roo's collar, wires, whatever he could find. He kept wanting to drink water, but thats when his luck ran out, because after drinking enough to float him away had it been poured into a puddle, I cut him off in the hope of his making it through the night. He had his last trip outside around 1 AM, but by then he was too tired to do anything but keep trying to sleep on my foot.
He was so exhausted that he couldn't walk more than a step or two without slumping into a sitting position. He tried to stay awake, but his head wouldn't cooperate and the rest of his body followed it to the floor.
All he wanted to do was curl up next to Roo. Roo is the wrong dog for that. He understood this from his previous interactions with her and realized that a diplomatic approach was his only hope. He wriggled closer and closer to her until he was in a position to rest his head on her paw.
"Grr," Roo told him.
"Chigi, be nice to that little dog. Look how small he is. He's just lonely," I said.
She let him keep his head there, but she kept looking in the direction she planned to escape. Finally she put her head down. When the puppy was fast asleep Roo slipped her paw out from under his head and moved away.
Because puppyproofing the camper would have meant hours of work, I instead blocked him into the floorspace on the other side of the bed with an old bicycle wheel. Being jailed only outraged him and he dismantled the impromptu cage in moments. He won. I let him pick his own spot.
In the morning I took him over to the campground office, which is filled with animal lovers. The previously found cat lives there permanently now and wouldn't think of leaving. I was hoping to get them to help with caring for the puppy, and of course they all fell in love with him and took him in. Roo and I got a couple of hours of sleep.
Don't let the pictures fool you. The puppy looks big, but that's only because he's closer to the wide-angle lens of the cell phone camera in these shots. His actual size is half the length of a sock, without the tail, or nearly a full sock with his tail stretched out. The best way to gauge his size is by Roo's paw.
A few people have expressed interest in the puppy. I think his future will be secured by tomorrow.