Posts Tagged ‘aggression’

Good thing they are cute…

Friday, May 21st, 2010

bathtub sad eyesMaybe it is those big sad eyes, or the excess of skin that make the girls so endearing.  Family and friends nearby who have been following our struggles will often say something along the lines of “awww how can you be mad at them when they are so cute?”

Yes, they are cute.  Adorable most of the time.  But there are times they are less than adorable.  This morning would have been one of those times.

I was on my way out the door to work, running late.  After I went through the feeding routine, I let the girls out of their beds to go out back to potty.  I no sooner had my handle on the front door when I heard the tell-tale snarling and fighting coming form the yard.  Good thing the windows were open or I may not have known they are full-on fighting. 

What were they fighting over, you ask?


Yes, they BOTH now race out to the yard looking for an after breakfast nibble.  The logical person in me knows they are not hungry because they just ate a good sized bowl of food. 

It seems they both honed in on something fairly fresh from one of the other dogs.  I was able to get out there and pull them apart, but not after they managed to step in the post breakfast goodie while they were fighting over it.

pull hair outI have been assured they do NOT need any more food.  They are not going after it because they are hungry.  So what gives?

On the bright side – as proclaimed by the kids who pick up the nibbles before lawn mowing – there seems to be less to scoop.

What a way to start a Friday…

Close Call!

Tuesday, May 18th, 2010

gate doorWe try so hard to be sure the bulldogs are kept apart – literally – from our other two older dogs.  There is a gate in the hall, complete with a little door so that our golden girls, Rosie and Daisy, can come through.  Most days, my flower pups (get it…Rosie, Daisy) spend the day napping on down and fleece in our back bedroom.  Unfortunately there is no outside access, so the daily potty routine needs to be maintained.  In order to let the older girls out, we need to put the bullies in their beds and distract them with a bone or toy.  When they are safely stowed, we unlock the little door in the hall gate and call the others out to the backyard.  Once potty time is complete, they waddle back to their cozy nap spots and we lock the gate.  Next we remove the yummy treat from each bully, but make them stay in their beds for another 5-10 minutes.  If we let them out immediately, Zo goes over to Abby’s bed to investigate any leftover crumbs or smells.  Abby will rush to the gate to catch a glimpse of the other two as they round the corner.  The best defense is avoidance.

zoey devil graphicThis routine is tedious and a constant reminder that our pack is divided.  Plus it is a pain in the ass to climb over the gate every time we go to the back of the house.  Unfortunately we are stuck with it for the immediate future.  If it were not for the gate, Zoey would find her way to the old dog turf and have her own personal rampage.  The little Devil.

Imagine my horror when I come home to find out Zozo was found napping back on our bed.  My first thought is for the safety of Rosie and Daisy.  Remember that Zoey eats other dogs these days.  We have barely caught up with the vet bills for the UC Davis specialists (think the cost of a Hawaiian vacation – cha-ching.)   I’m sure Jen was concerned at the time, but by the time I arrived home she was all smiles.  She seemed almost happy that Zo got into forbidden territory.  When I asked her what the hell was so amusing, she said that she found Zoey sleeping up on our bed while Rosie and Daisy were down in their snuggly beds.  WTF?  WHO left the gate opened and put my old girls in harm’s way?  WHAT on earth caused this lapse in judgment? WHEN did Zo get through and how long has she been in there?  WHERE were the humans who are supposed to prevent these scenarios? WHY did she not care about Rosie letting out little barks at her? Finally, HOW did Zoey get up to the top of the bed?

Once I calmed down and checked my girls for lacerations and torn flesh, I was able to stop and listen to why Jen was so happy.  While it could have been catastrophic, in the end Zoey did not dine on my other two old ladies.  Is this a good sign?  Certainly not a reliable one in my opinion.  I bet Zo was busy scouring the nightstands for cough drops, used Q-tips, or ear buds to chew.

abby angel graphic

All the while my sweet Angel Abby was minding her own business in the appropriate part of the house…