When the dogs get all really riled up, Dexter likes to “attack” Piper and Tweed likes to “attack” Dexter. Dex’s attacks on Piper have significantly diminished in both number and scope since I started getting in there and giving him Hell – he may be narrow, but he is her size plus another half again, and I don’t want him hurting her back. So he goes in for fake darts at her, but doesn’t touch her, which is fine by me. For some reason Piper does not correct Dex when he “attacks” her – it’s not a case of ‘puppy immunity’; I think it’s just favouritism as Piper likes Dexter quite a bit.
I’m not sure that Tweed likes Dexter very much at all. He sure didn’t like him as a puppy, and he hasn’t seem to have grown that much fonder of him – although I must say that Tweed generally only “attacks” dogs he knows, likes and trusts, so maybe he does secretly like him. Lately, Dexter has not only taken some exception to Tweed’s enthusiasm, but seems to be looking to make it an excuse to provoke a fight. Because when they get all riled up, Dexter will seek Tweed out, get on his radar, and then take exception to Tweed’s sniping. If it escalates a little bit over his comfort zone, Dex backs down again, but what I’m seeing is Dex testing the waters for the day when he’s ready to keep fighting. And since nobody is allowed to kick Tweed’s ass (except me. And Piper) I guess I’m going to have to get in there too and put a stop to it.
There’s enough tension in the household already. TWooie and Dexter are the source of much of it.
Dexter Does Not Like the TWoo. And TWooie Does Not Like Dexter. Here you can see how TWoo is “not” giving Dex a hard stare (he wants to, but he knows he’s not allowed) and Dex is not-so-subtly leaning away from TWoo’s personal bubble zone. Poor Wootie is just irritated that he has to act as the buffer between two bastards.
Shortly after I took this, Dex started to rumble and TWoo started giving lip. I didn’t photograph it, because I put down the camera and put an end to this tension *right* away. I can see it ending very, very badly.
Incidentally, when Wootie gets riled up … he barks. And barks and barks and barks. When TWooie gets riled up, he “attacks” me by grabbing at my pants! It doesn’t hurt at all, because surprisingly he has very good bite inhibition, and it also explains why even when he going ballistic on some other dog, they don’t take his displays very seriously.
Whoopee, right? But here’s the thing – TWooie *offered* me this behaviour the other day, unprompted, to try and earn a cookie. Since coming to live with me 5 months ago, TWooie has never once offered me a behaviour to solicit a reward. I have always lured him, and while we have played many clicker games, he’s always just stood still, wagged his tail and stared at the cookie. Apparently, someone in his past life taught him “shake a paw” because he also knows how to switch between paws when asked. I wonder what else he knows and is hiding from me?? I love unlocking the secrets of The TWoo.
(*re: old tv stand: since losing my job I have managed to break the following: Tweed. My car. My vacuum cleaner. And most recently, my television. I turned it on last week and it went KABOOM and exploded. Fortunately, within a couple of days I located a bigger, free tv on Craigslist. It came with its own cabinet (it’s very ugly but it works!) so the old tv stand is just parked in the living room next to the new one)
In fact, it is now the Monster’s favourite nappy place, so I guess it’s not going anywhere. He is curled up on it, asleep, as I type this entry. I guess I’ll have to sew a pillow for it or something.
Anyway, there is nothing Dexter likes better than praise. I asked him to hop up on the stand and pose and he got praise AND a cookie. Since then, I can’t get him to stop hopping up on stuff.
(that was a funny / scary one, because he hopped up on the tire and tried to use it as a springboard to get UP ON THE ROOF!! But the roof is curved, like a rolltop desk, and he came clattering to the ground from 12 feet in the air. Scared this shit out of me! And keep in mind, I am not asking him to hop up on ANY of this stuff … he does it on his own and hopes to get praise for it)
And because I know someone is going to ask “Where’s Megan?” let me just preempt that by saying she’s right here, beside me, looking miserable. She got spayed yesterday, and feels like crap. Even though I let her sleep with my last night (wrapped around my head and licking me in the eyeball every 10 minutes) she is still very unhappy.
She is off to her new home later this week. I am going to miss her like crazy, she is such a little dear.
You remember Jess, the Puppy From Hell? Race is her brother, rescued from the same bucket at the same horse auction. The woman who took him home decided not to keep him, so with a little (ok a LOT) of help from our friends across Canada, Race and another puppy Twist made the journey from Saskatchewan to the AAC Nationals in Calgary Alberta, then to Kamloops BC where they are staying until this weekend, and then coming here to the Lower Mainland.
Dog people are THE BEST!