Here is Tasha, my parents' dog. She's a Welsh Corgi, and about 10 or 11 years old. She's spending the week with us.
She and Lacey have been good buddies for many years and are perfectly comfortable with each other.
If Lacey looks a little different, it's because I gave her a haircut. The kids had lost her dog brush, her fur was OUT OF CONTROL, and she was VERY hot in the weather. So, I took out my hair-cutting scissors and went for it. It's a pretty ugly job, but she is much cooler and happier.
We've had to teach Tasha that she can NOT rush out the door when she wants to, cannot come into the dining room while we're eating, and cannot hang out in the kitchen. She's not used to these rules, but she's learning! Adam showed her that he is the head dog of our pack by "crowding her out" of her path to the door. It was funny to watch. But she sure got the message!