The shock of a new, fast canine in a formerly feline-dominated world, sent LWK into a bit of a tizzy and, as I think I mentioned before, a retreat to the basement realm. I would go down every morning and turn on a light and roust her out of a den she'd selected amongst some boxes in storage. Her love of attention didn't change one whit but she was quite tentative about venturing upstairs.
I'd often talk to her as I collected jars from the pantry or socks from the laundry. One day while I was folding laundry, she sat down nearby and struck up a conversation. We stuck to small talk at first, until I broached the subject of the new dog.
"It's your house, too," I said gently, but also firmly. I wanted to let her know that she had every right to the upstairs that she had previously enjoyed. "Besides, she's a chicken, you know? Just swat at her and show her where you stand." As I said that, I swatted the air with my paw...er...hand. LWK stared at me in disbelief. I nodded, "You just have to let her know your boundaries." I swatted the air a couple more times. LWK stared and then slowly lifted a paw and swatted the air. "That's it!" I crowed. Hauling my laundry load upstairs I left her to mull things over.
It must have taken her nearly a day after my pep talk to work up her courage, but LWK showed up, puffed out from her nose to the tip of her tail, and stood her ground to that freaky dog. When Mimsy got too close, LWK swatted at her and Mimsy duly scrambled to cower behind a piece of furniture. Mission accomplished, LWK reclaimed her post beside the kitchen phone.