Noble beast has inappropriate feelings for his sibling.
Those feelings are not reciprocated.
TWooie only humps his brother when there is wrestlin’ afoot. It’s like he gets all wound up and has no other means of expressing his excitement. I fear TWooie would be an Undesirable Sort if he were human, poor autistic dog.
On one of the message boards I scan from time to time, there was a discussion about dogs playing. “Why would you expect or encourage your adult dogs to play with one another?” was the question. My thought was that I don’t encourage my adult dogs to play with one another, they gleefully and frequently engage in that on their own. But that’s not entirely true. I do actually instigate play between Wootie and whoever will have him … because the faces he makes amuse me endlessly. And it is all about me, after all.
The best way to get Wootie to play with Spring is to grab one of Woo’s forelegs from the opposite side of his body, underneath his stomach, and pull, forcing him to do an impromptu roll. As soon as the Terriorist sees him going down, she’s swarming all over him until he has no choice *except* to play with her.
“There’s nothing scarier than a clown” Woo
LEAVE MY WOOTIE STICK ALONE!!!! Woo.
Okay, so strictly speaking that wasn’t a “play” face. You can tell because only the threat of stealing the Wootie Stick gives him those ears.
And really, what the poor guy was trying to do before I did the dirty tug-and-roll trick on him, was roll in dead worm.
OMG! That’s so gross!
I am pretty convinced that I have the only dog in the world that does this. Wootie will actively seek out a worm – he digs them out of the ground – which he then shakes “to death” (I say this in quotes, because I’m not convinced you can actually shake a worm to death) violently between his teeth. He then lays the “dead” worm ever so gently upon the grass and throws himself down on it and writhes around enthusiastically.
Oh yeah baby, that’s right. That’s the stuff.
And if you think “dead” (actually, by the time he’s done squirming around on it, the worm probably is dead) worm does not have a really pungent, disgusting, unpleasant, gag-reflex-worthy smell, you are sorely mistaken sir.
He’s taught Spring to roll on worm also, but she has not yet figured out how to dig them up. She thinks Woo is a magic worm conjurer.
Random “Skinny Dexter hides his body behind the horse water pump” interlude
Rather than share my bed every night with Eau de Dead Crushed Worm, I tug-and-roll and send him off to wrestle with his little sister as a distraction.
I also encourage TWooie to play with Woo and Spring both because I think it’s healthy for his overall sense of social acceptance. If he were in grade school, I would encourage him to invite his classmates to slumber parties or something – actually, given his inappropriate method of sexual self expression, maybe not slumber parties. But whatever … I think that if TWooie goes out and has fun, his tiny little acorn sized brain will begin to recognize that fun=good, biting=bad.
Even humping aside, I am not entirely convinced that Woo enjoys playing with his brother and sometimes I feel bad about forcing it on him.
But they generally get along very well.
Piper played with Dex when he was little and sometimes plays with him now, but mostly she has no interest in playing at all. And Tweed will very randomly get an attack of the zoomies/sillies and wrestle with someone, but he pretty well limits his “play” to a teeth-baring kind of battle of wills that he and Dexter like to throw down at each other. They both seem to really enjoy it, but it doesn’t look like much fun to me, and I am always pulling scabs off Dexter afterward.
But given his druthers, Tweed would rather playing Flying Donut.
Wootie, not so much. After I ring tossed him last time we played it, and then this unfortunate series of events today, I’m not sure he will ever play again.
Random “skinny Dexter hides his whole body behind a soccer ball” interlude
We played the afternoon away in the sun, and thank doG, for it is supposed to snow tomorrow. WTF? And now half of us are off to agility class. Not Wootie.
Wait! Wait! Before we go I want to make a Kong offering to the worm Gods!
Happily, after class, Dexter will look like this:
Unhappily, during class he will look like this: