It bugs me.
Actually, TWoo did quite well, for a small space, and didn’t really object to most dogs who ricocheted into his general orbit. After a couple of hours though, he got a little possessive of the beach, and took some offense (he walked over and postured at him) to a particular dog who came over the crest. Even then I got him to call off and recall to me, which I think is a massive step for my hairy Napoleon. But when the beast decided to retaliate (from behind, I might add), TWooie kinda lost his shit – fortunately, I had his collar. Unfortunately, the two shirtless monkeys accompanying the dog had no recall on theirs, and I got bit in the process of keeping myself between 25 lbs of TWoo, and 75lb of Shepherd mix. *grumble* Turns out the owners were real jerks, so it seems TWooie was onto something there!)
I wasn’t the only one who got bit – Ginny and Queen Flipperoo got into a squabble also.
It seems Miss Ginny is looking to overthrow the queen as she matures, and the big bitch and the small bitch are having some issues.
Sound familiar Maggie?
Auntie Cathie feels that she needs to reinforce that Flip is above Ginny in the household hierarchy to restore peace. I meant to ask her how she would go about doing this, because I am genuinely interested, but I think this was when TWooie spotted the ‘Roid Monkeys and their nasty ole dog. Because I’m really curious how that would be done, as I’ve never had to do it.
In my house, there is ONE person in charge of everyone else. And you know who that person is …
But seriously, in Casa de Food Lady, I reign supreme (when I have hotdogs) and everyone does what I say (except the WooTWoo. Unless I have hotdogs. Sometimes). I am in charge of the dogs’ behaviour, but Piper is in charge of their lives. NOBODY fights with Piper. Nobody DISAGREES with Piper. Everyone does what Piper SAYS they should do, and that includes fighting amongst themselves. I believe I mentioned in an earlier blog entry that TWooie and Maggins got into a scrap over a bone, and Piper put a stop to it because she Does Not Allow That Sort Of Thing. She’s like the best police officer ever.
I am lucky to have her, I think. Prior to her, my Briggs dog was the local law enforcement, although over time he handed more and more of his responsibilities over to the Mighty P, who was glad to have them. She is mostly pretty fair, as far as I can tell, and doesn’t lord over her minions too much, but she puts an end to anything untoward. In almost 8 years, Piper’s never been in a dog fight – she doesn’t have to. Everyone who comes into our house knows immediately where the power lies and they kowtow to her right off the bat. Which is why I wasn’t worried about fostering Maggie with her wicked reputation.
Without Miss Piper, I’m not sure we’d have as much peace around here as we do. Because not everyone likes one another – TWooie loathes Dexter and resents his very existence. Dex is getting irritated with TWooie’s personal space bubble and I’m seeing a lot more lip out of him. But before it can escalate, Piper’s in there demanding they both retire to their separate corners.
She’s the reason I’ve never adopted another female dog … I don’t think there would be a problem, but if I accidentally adopted another Piper, would there be one? And if I didn’t have a Piper, would it be smooth sailing in my household? I am mostly extraneous to the pack’s social interactions, I think, so how would I go about putting a hierarchy in place among them if I didn’t have Piper to do it for me? Is it possible to even do?
I am pretty sure if I tried, I’d get killed in my nest. I mean bed. Maybe that’s what happened to mama swallow.
Yeah. She’s dead as a doornail. That’s weird isn’t it? How does a bird die IN its nest? Papa swallow is still feeding the babes, so I guess they’ll be okay, but how macabre is it that the babies are growing up with a corpse in the dining room? I was thinking about putting in a pair of rubber gloves and chucking her out, but then I discovered the wasp’s nest beside the ladder. ACK! And I’m not the only one who discovered a wasp’s nest two days ago either. Piper stuck her head in one in the woodpile and came out covered in angry stinging wasps. She got them all off on her own (good thing, as I am terrified of wasps) and didn’t even swell up a little bit – I did give her preventative Benadryl, maybe that stopped it. Tweed swells up like a balloon when he gets stung. Thank goodness I have cats, who take care of stray wasps who get in the house.
It seems I have been remiss in introducing you all to Carl, whom I kept from that litter of kittens I fostered. Right now she is laying across both my forearms, which makes it very difficult to type this entry, but also reminded me that I should probably introduce you to her. Donut hates her, but Dexter loves her. They play all the time.
Speaking of which, it’s time for a last play outside before the sun falls.
That’s called a Lunker. It’s the only toy Tweed’s ever been really interested in that is not a tennis ball. I’m thinking I will have to get him one someday soon. Ever used one?