I have to say goodbye to Haley tomorrow and I don’t know what to say, think, or do.
Disclaimer: This is going to be a long post. TL;DR: I don’t believe that any of the dogs on this list are actually dangerous dogs.
While reading Newsweek articles that reported on Reddit’s AITA, I came across an article from The Delight “World’s Most Dangerous Dog Breeds”. Being a dog lover and a person that doesn’t believe that there are dangerous dog breeds, but individual dogs with undesirable traits. The same thing goes for humans.
Anyway, here is their list of the world’s most dangerous dog breeds: 26) St. Bernard, 25) English Mastiff (dangerous mostly because of its bite PSI of 556, 24) Chow Chow (which has a 220 bite PSI), 23) Bull Terrier, 22) Great Dane, 21) Bullmastiff, 20) Kangal (bite PSI 743), 19) Labrador (really? really?), 18) Australian Shepherd (due to its herding instincts), 17) Mixed Breeds (umm…), 16) Siberian Husky, 15) Belgian Malinois (bit PSI 195…note the human bite PSI is 162), 14) Alaskan Malamute, 13) Akita, 12)Pakistani Bulldog, 11) Caucasian Shepherd, 10) Boxer, 9) American Bulldog, 8) Tosa Inu (banned in the U.K. and several other countries because of their potential for aggression?), 7) Cane Corso, 6) (Perro de Presa Canario), 5) Doberman Pinscher, 4) Rottweiler, 3) German Shepherd (19 fatalities over a 17 year period…that’s less than 2 fatalities per year!), 2) Pit Bull, and 1) Wolfdog (bite PSI 406).
Where do I begin? I guess I should begin and the beginning and when I reach the end I’ll stop (Alice in Wonderland reference). As I was reading/skimming the article, I felt that the author didn’t like dogs or big dogs, because all of these breeds are on the “larger” side (do with what you will with mix breeds and Australian Shepherd). Also, I don’t know if she’s ever had any of these breeds or was just doing research and came up with this list. I don’t know. It just felt biased to me. Of course, I might be biased because I have a Chow Chow and I’ve known several of these breeds to be sweeties. Take Boxers for example. I have never met a “bad” Boxer, spazzy ones, yes. Labradors? They can be a bit dense and weird, but not really bad. I guess I’ll start with the St. Bernard and end with the Wolfdog.
St. Bernards. I love St. Bernards. Growing up I had a St. Bernard/Great Pyrenees cross and he was the best dog in the world. Everyone loved him. Also, his name was Cujo, named after the titular dog Cujo. I read the book and have watched the movie and I feel the movie doesn’t do the book any justice. The movie focuses on Cujo’s aggression after the rabid bat bit him. The book does focus on that, but King also makes a point in adding that Cujo wasn’t a bad dog, but had a bad thing happen to him (I’m paraphrasing). I feel that this might have influenced the author some. Maybe not, but I just…I don’t know. I do know that a lot of these bigger dogs aren’t intentionally dangerous, they are just big and they can bowl over most people, the St. Bernard included.
English Mastiff. I haven’t been around English Mastiffs enough to judge their temperaments. However, I know of a lady and her family who have fostered many English Mastiffs and she loves them. They’re gentle giants.
Chow Chow. When people hear I have a Chow, they inform me that Chows are mean dogs. I didn’t trust Chows when I got Buddy, but I trusted that people wouldn’t bother me because he was a Chow. Buddy and I have a special relationship, but I would never get a Chow again. That being said, a well socialized/well bred Chow shouldn’t have many temperament problems. They just need to be exercised and socialized. I didn’t get Buddy as a puppy, but from what I read, Chows are chill puppies and that might be the reason why people don’t socialize them. I mean a chill puppy makes a good adult, right? Not necessarily. I think chill puppies need just as much socialization as hyper puppies, especially since chill puppies might not get the discipline that they need. I could be wrong. I’ll admit that I could be wrong about all of this, but this is my opinion.
Also, what’s with her adding PSIs? I get that some of these are “high,” but most don’t even come near some of the most dangerous animals in the world (Crocs, alligators…hippos…especially hippos…most definitely hippos…and did I mention hippos…no, I’m not scared of hippos, but…). When she mentioned the Belgian Malinois was 195, I had to check to see what humans’ PSI is. Not a big difference. The only difference I see is the type of teeth. Anyway, I digress (I’ll probably do that alot)
Bull Terrier, Great Dane, Bullmastiff. I haven’t had much experience with these breeds, but from what I can tell they’re generally sweet breeds. The Bull Terrier can have problems with OCD, but that’s because of years of inbreeding. I can see Great Danes being “dangerous” just because of their sheer size. A calm Great Dane can whip a person to death with their tail. Bullmastiffs…I don’t have an opinion either way, except they drool, a lot, and maybe people have drowned due to that.
This is only the second time I’ve heard of the Kangal so I can’t say anything. It’s a herding dog, so I get where it can be “dangerous”. I mean, these types of breeds were bred to kill big predators, what do you expect? Not dangerous on my list.
Labradors. No…just no. I know there are some bad individuals, but I’m not sure why it is even on this list. Mind you, I didn’t read the whole reasoning so again I could be grabbing at straws and trying to vouch for every breed on this list. That being said, I wouldn’t own a Lab. I find their personalities annoying. Of course this comes from the person who prefers independent breeds.
Australian Shepherd. Yes, they will nip your heels, but so will Heelers, Corgis, and the other breeds where that’s how they move livestock. Not good for small children, but that’s the nature of the breed. Not dangerous, just for the right family.
Mixed Breeds? I might, but don’t hold me to it, write a blog post about this. I have three mixed breeds (Clara, Luna, and Eevee) and have had several mixed breeds in the past. All have been pretty good dogs. I agree that you can’t determine the temperament of mixed breeds, but again you can’t determine the temperament of any dog. Yes, “pure breeds” have a more “stable” personality, but every dog is an individual and are influenced by genetics and environment. To put mixed breeds on this list is unfair.
To put any breed on this list is unfair. Although, let’s agree that Chihuahuas and Dachshunds are…special. I won’t call them dangerous, but they can be a bit snippy. The same thing goes for many small/toy breeds.
Siberian Husky, Belgian Malinois, Alaskan Malamute, and Akita. Working breeds. Active breeds. If they don’t get enough exercise, yes they might be irritable and hyper. That doesn’t make them dangerous.
Pakistani Bulldog and Caucasian Shepherd. I don’t know enough about these breeds to give my opinion. But they’re dogs and I love them and I don’t think they should be on this list because there’s no such thing as an aggressive breed.
Boxer and American Bulldog. I’ve never met an aggressive Boxer or American Bulldog. In fact, if Boxers didn’t have a shortened lifespan due to the genetic predisposition of getting cancer at a young age, I would have a Boxer or two. I love Boxers. They are so much fun. Their whole butt waggle is so adorable.
Tosa Inu. Banned in the U.K. and several other countries because of their “potential for aggression?” Don’t get me started…okay, I’m started. No…I’ll refrain. I don’t know much about the Tosa Inu so I can’t really say much. The same goes for Cane Corso and the Perro de Presa Canario. I don’t know enough about either breed. Yet I do know that at least the Cane Corso is used to hunt wild pigs and here in Oklahoma and Texas (it could be the whole Southwest or even the South) we have a lot of wild pigs and they are dangerous. Any breed that can hold their own against these powerful animals has my respect.
I will also take my hat off to Dachshunds. Badgers can be grumpy and Dachshunds can be feisty and can hold their own. Good for Dachshunds. Again, I digress.
Doberman Pinscher and Rottweiler. Growing up I was told that both of these breeds were dangerous. A childhood friend’s family had a couple Rottweilers (at different times) and I was afraid of them. Not because they were dangerous, but simply because they were big, playful, and could hurt us kids with even the gentlest swipe of the paw. As an adult, I’m still leery of them, but for the same reason. They’re big…says the person who wants another Great Pyrenees/St. Bernard mix. Doberman Pinschers, they’re cool and beautiful. I haven’t met too many, but they’ve always seemed sweet.
German Shepherd. The author’s fact about 19 fatalities over a 17-year period doesn’t make the German Shepherd look like a bad dog. As I said above, that’s less than 2 fatalities per year. I can’t be sure, but I’d like to think that the dogs involved in these fatalities were either untrained or ill bred or a combination between the two. I love German Shepherds. They can be divas, especially in the bathing room. Though they can’t sing like Siberian Huskies, they can be chatty.
Pit bulls. I once stopped to let a couple children pet Buddy. As they pet him, they told me that their mom told them that Chows were mean/dangerous dogs. I bit my tongue and refrained from laughing. This family owned a couple Pit bulls, both female I think and if I remember correctly they had to separate them whenever one of them was in heat because they’d fight. The pot calling the kettle black? Maybe. That being said, the Pit bulls that I’ve been closely associated with have always been sweet. I owned a Pit bull and if it wasn’t for his severe grass allergies (they were bad, all he had to do was step outside and he’d develop a rash. That was ten years ago and my then-husband and I didn’t have the monetary means to keep him well so he went back to the rescue/vet we got him from; that was a hard decision. I miss you Weber!) I would have had him for the rest of his life. I’m sure he’s no longer alive and if he isn’t Rest In Peace my dear boy.
Wolfdog. I remember a time I wanted a wolfdog. Back when I was a teenager I wrote stories about my character having a wolf dog. If I remember correctly, he was a blind, elderly wolf dog (or was he full wolf?). I was big into wolves back then. I still love wolves, but I wouldn’t own one. That being said, I’ve met wolves and wolfdogs and they require a special owner. I knew some people who had a wolfdog puppy. I think he wanted one and someone in his family had had one. They weren’t able to keep him past eighteen months. He was a digger and was restless in the city. I think they sent him to a home in the country. I don’t remember the whole story. I just remember that I once offered to train him and take him for walks and they told me they had to give him up. What was I talking about? Oh yes, wolfdogs, l don’t believe they’re dangerous, but I do believe they need a special type of owner who understands the needs of both the wolf and the domestic dog and provides for both needs.
Whew, that was a lot of typing. Until next time: give your good boy or girl and belly scratch and a kiss.
I didn’t blog much last year. There’s no one reason why. I spent most of the year in a depressed state where I was barely functioning. I was doing good to get out of bed and drag myself to work. I slept a lot. I really didn’t care about anything outside of my family and my dogs. Sy and my parents were very patient with me, encouraging me to take it easy, not to push myself too hard, not to do anything that will stress me out. Even when I quit my job, they were supportive of me. They knew that I wasn’t happy at that job anymore…hadn’t been in a long time.
Few people were happy with the job. We were understaffed, overworked, underpaid, underappreciated, and taken for granted. I didn’t realize until much later that my quitting caused a cascading effect and three other people left shortly after me. Instead of replacing my position, they piled my duties on my already overworked coworkers. I feel bad that they had to endure that, but I am glad I left when I did.
I was off work for six months trying to feel like myself again. I didn’t do much art, writing, or reading. I spent my time sleeping or watching YouTube videos.
Since it was during the summer months, the pups spent most of their days outside, coming in during the hottest parts of the afternoon where we napped away the afternoon heat, then back outside once it cooled down.
I wanted to do something other than just laying down, but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything. It took all my energy just to do what I was (rather wasn’t) doing. Fortunately, my dad and Sy were there to help financially.
Finally, I felt the depression lifting. I got my energy back and I felt ready to start working again. Around that time a position at Sy’s job opened and I applied. Last month I started working and I love my job. I’m making several dollars more an hour than I was at the newspaper and I’m not under a lot of stress. All I must do is clean out cars that have been repossessed and hold the belongings in my office should the former owners of the cars want their property back. I have an office where no one bothers me, I can listen to music, and if I don’t have anything to do, I don’t have to force myself to look busy, although getting up and stretching my legs is beneficial.
I’m still not back to myself, but I’m getting there. It probably doesn’t help that I don’t take my medication regularly. Sometimes I forget and sometimes I just don’t want to swallow any pills as the thought makes me nauseous. I need to go see my psychiatrist soon (I haven’t seen him in about a year) and I will once I get enough paid time off accrued. Next year, I plan on taking care of my health and going to see various doctors that I have been postponing seeing.
As for the pups, they’re doing great. I have 2022 plans for them as well. I’d like to turn our spare bedroom into their bedroom, so they don’t have to share their space with the laundry room. Plus, I need to get the utility room fixed up, but it probably won’t happen next year.
I hope 2022 will be a better year than 2021 has been. At the very least, I hope I’m not in a depressed funk for the better portion of the year. I also hope that I’m able to blog more next year. I have so many goals (not resolutions) for next year and I’m looking forward to accomplishing them or at least striving to accomplish them.
Well, that’s it for now. Until next time, take it easy on yourself. You’re the only you you’ve got.
Don’t worry, we’re all still alive. Life has just been busy and after work I’m rarely at my computer because I spend the whole day in front of a computer. Still, that’s no excuse. I am in front of a computer all day so theoretically I should be able to carve out ten or fifteen minutes to write.
So first pupdate. BF and I got married last month. It was a tiny ceremony with my parents, his mom, his sister, and his niece. It wasn’t fancy or anything, but that’s how I liked it. Short, sweet, simple, and to the point. I guess I can’t refer to him as BF anymore. I guess it is Sy from now on.
Haley has a tumor on her tail and looks a mess because she’s been scratching so much. I try to give her allergy medicine every day, but it doesn’t help that she goes outside, gets grass pollen on her paws, then comes inside and scratches. It pains me to see her miserable.
I’m going to give her a bath and send her to stay with my mom for a couple weeks so she can got see the vet that she’s seen all her life. We’ll see what he says. After all she is 10 years old.
The only problem with her leaving is it messes up the dynamics between the dogs. With Haley there, the other dogs know their places, but when she’s gone the female dogs start jostling for her position. Usually Clara won out and would boss all the other dogs around. That was before Eevee came. Eevee is a spoiled bully.
Sy and I are the reason she’s spoiled. She spent several months with us until she was big enough to hold her own, but we don’t know where the bullying came from…Let’s just blame it on Buddy because he is a jerk and tormented Eevee when she was young. I digress.
Haley’s absence will cause problems and it’s possible that the girls are going to fight it out to see who takes Haley’s spot. Then I could be surprised. Everything will fall into place and all the dogs will start deferring to Molly (the second oldest) or Clara (the third oldest).
Several times a week the dogs like to “sing” in the middle of the night. It starts off with one dog barking and then several of the others join in barking and howling. They do this for about thirty seconds to a minute then all of them stop at the same time. I don’t know how they manage to pull off the synchronized grand stop, but they do and I’m impressed…more during the day than at two in the morning.
I would love to write more because I love writing about my dogs, but I’ve got to work. The email that I’ve been expecting finally came in and I need to hunt down some documents that they want.
Until next time…drive your older siblings crazy with your need for attention.
People close to me ask me about this Black Lives Matter (BLM) riots that are going on. I think all of these riots are stupid and don’t prove anything. If Black Lives Matter then why are they harming other people. I mean shouldn’t the lives of the people they harm matter too?
Working for a newspaper is a double edged sword. I get to hear the news before it is made public, but also I get to hear the nitty-gritty; the things that people don’t hear. All of this makes me sad. So I’ll think about something else.
When BF and I are about to walk out the door, the girls decide to start barking at each other. It starts with intense stares, glaring almost. Next one of the girls insults one of her sisters. Then all of them (actually Clara, Luna, Eevee, and Sahara) start barking at each other, hurling bad names and your mama comments at each other like a game of verbal volleyball. Their intention: to delay us from leaving in the morning. They hope that one of us will come back there and fuss at them, or at the very least call out to them. I try to ignore them, but from time to time I tell them to knock it off. We walk out the door and as soon as that front door is closed they stop. Crazy dogs.
My mom’s Yorkie got put to sleep about a month ago. A spider bit her and it turned necrotic overnight. There was nothing they could do for her and the kindest thing was to put her down.
Going home is weird without her. She was a tiny tyrant, but she was family and I’ll miss her. Not as much as my mom. She realized that Midget’s live was intertwined in her life and the lives of Ebony and Nikki. For several days, the three of them were lost without her. Ebony and Nikki have slowly moved on, but my mom is still heartbroken. Perhaps one day I’ll get her another third dog (or drop Luna off at her house and run), but not right now.
The disadvantage to having seven dogs is that looking for a house is difficult. BF and I are trying to move closer to my mom and we’ve seen a few nice houses (and even more not so nice), but the question on our mind is always, “is the backyard big enough for seven dogs.” The dogs are used to a huge backyard and not just any backyard will do.
Another problem is us moving depends on several factors happening in succession or, preferably, simultaneously. I need to find out if I got this job, then I need to find a house and finally I need to sell the house. Unfortunately it seems like things are going out of order. More people are inquiring about the house (four or five within the past month) and I have yet to hear back from the school (where I might work) or found a suitable place to move. I know it will all work out in the end, but the suspense is killing me. I want to know where this story is going. Can I flip forward a few chapters and see how things turn out. I need spoilers!
Well that’s what’s going on in my life. It’s a shame that it can be summed up in just a few paragraphs. Until next time, when you says “your mama [insert insult here]” to your puppy sibling, you might be talking about your mama too. Just saying.
My neighbors have the cutest puppy. She is white with a couple black spots and a black patch over one of her eyes. It’s not uncommon for her to be outside without her owners. For the most part she stays on their property, but she likes to stalk and chase cats, bark at the neighbors and, her worst habit, chase cars.
I was cleaning rats’ cages and she started barking at me. I talked to her a little bit, telling her that if she was going to bark at me that she needs to do it to my face. I went inside and later she was in the front yard. I sat outside for a couple minutes trying to coax her into letting me pet her. She wouldn’t and some birds in the bush startled her and she went running home and up her back steps. I figured that she’d go back inside, so I went back inside.
Curious me, I went outside about five minutes later and she was still outside. Normally they’ve brought her in by now. I looked at the house and there seemed to be no movement. No one was around.
I got close to the street and talked to her, always keeping a lookout for cars so I could send her home. She walked toward me and looked at me and I at her. She was standing in the street. Two cars came down the street. One, a blue SUV turned onto our street. The guy went slow and would have driven past her if she didn’t decide it was a good time to chase his car. He managed to stop before she ran in front of his tire. Scared, she ran up on her step. Thinking that it was my dog, he waved to me. I waved back thinking, “that’s not my dog.” He drove off.
Feeling guilty that I almost got her killed, I went inside. All I wanted to do was pet her and I put her in danger. I know she isn’t my responsibility, but I feel responsible for her as long as she’s “in my care,” meaning if she and I are outside at the same time, then she is my responsibility unless an owner is outside with her. I’m not sure why I’m like this, but I’ve always been like this. As a teenager, I’d let stray animals follow me home and hope my mom would let me keep them. Never happened.
Sometimes I see myself as a Sims 4 character. My goal would definitely be to befriend x amount of dogs as that is my goal in real life. I want to pet all the dogs that I meet. Obsessed? Yes. I can’t be the only one, though.
I don’t know if this post made any sense. I’m currently fighting with a manic episode and my brain is racing all over the place. It’s not fun.
Anyway, until next time, stay healthy and pet all the dogs you can.
Sahara’s nose got the better of her this morning. Normally she comes in the house when called. Oftentimes she is by the back door waiting for it to open, but sometimes that ol’ Beagle nose takes over and distracts her from what BF and I would like for her to do. Note: I didn’t say what she’s supposed to do as I appreciate the fact that as a Beagle following her nose is what she’s supposed to do.
BF kept calling Sahara and I told him that he needed to just go get her as this is what I have to do sometimes. He’d start toward Sahara and she’d run toward him…then her nose would take her in a different direction. Finally BF snatched her up and carried her in the house. He put her in the crate and the look she gave us almost broke my heart. She looked so sad, so defeated. The poor baby’s fun had been ruined and she was not happy.
I look forward to going home in a little over an hour. Today has been a tough day. I’m agitated, my head hurts, the pollen count is high, and I’ve had an anxiety attack. I just want to go home, plop on the couch and cuddle with one of my dogs.
I took Sahara and Eevee on a walk after church on Saturday. As I was rounding the corner of my block, I saw some of my fellow church members. As soon as Sahara saw them, she wanted to jump up on them, be pet; just in general trying to get their attention.
Eevee, on the other hand, was trying to get away from them. She’s not that fond of people outside of BF, Mother, and me–the people who she’s grown up with. She’s always been leery of strangers, preferring to bark at them from a distance rather than trying to get to know them. I regret that I was never able to take her out and socialize with her. The thought of her getting car sick and stressed out prevented me from taking her places. Funny thing is taking her places helps the car sickness or so the vet says. It seems counter-intuitive and I’m sure it works, I just afraid to try it. On the other hand, if we’re planning on moving, it would be best to get them (Eevee, Luna, and Sahara) accustomed to the car. Fortunately, we’re only moving an hour away, so a little vomit in the car won’t be the worst thing in the world…
What I would love to do when I get home is do some crafting. I’ve wanted to do some collage art for a little over a week now, but haven’t been able to do it for one reason or another (*cough* lazy *cough*). What will actually happen is I’m going to plop on the couch (with or without a dog) and watch some Netflix as that will probably be all the energy that I will have.
Yet another random post, but it popped into my brain. Until next time, go where your nose takes you…
I suppose many people are doing the end of the year reflection. This wasn’t a bad year, in fact it was great. I added Eevee and Sahara to the family and everyone is getting along so well.
I remember when we got Scarlet as a companion for Buddy and that didn’t end well. Then, on a whim, we got Eevee and now she and Buddy are good friends. Who would have thought that when I got a dog for myself she would end up being friends with Buddy as well.
So what does my 2020 look like? I’m hoping it comes with a new job in a new house in a new city. Well old city. I’m moving back to Sulphur. Homesickness set in and I’m raring to move back.
We’re looking for a house with a large yard and either neighbors who don’t mind dogs or a house in a neighborhood that has a lot of dogs. Sulphur has a decent pupulation (not a typo) so I think my pups will fit in and maybe make some doggy friends.
I don’t really have much else to say. I was just popping in one last time before the new year. I hope you enjoyed the pictures of Eevee and Sahara.
Until next time…happy new year!
Last week, I came home to Buddy chewing on the baby gate bars and on the wall beside the utility room door. I dropped everything and went to see what was wrong. Despite my best efforts, he wouldn’t leave that spot alone, not even to go outside and he loves being outside.
I inspected the area and concluded there must be something between the walls and I hoped it wasn’t a snake. I wasn’t sure though. I tried pulling at the paneling, using a hammer…to no avail. Then a brilliant idea hit me. Get the Beagle to see if there really was something. So out I went to fetch Sahara.
I brought her in and showed her the spot that Buddy was chewing at. Sahara sniffed around and bayed. I had my answer. There was something in the wall. Yes, I know I can’t take a Chow’s and Beagle’s bark for it, but their senses are better than mine and I trust them.
I was already frustrated and sat on the floor to cry. I’d had a stressful day at work, bf got off late and wouldn’t be home for another hour, and since Mother lives an hour away, she couldn’t help either. Sweet Sahara climbed in my lap and tried to comfort me. Normally she’s crazy, but she was calm and stood still while I petted her and cried.
After I calmed down, I put my ear to the wall. I heard some scratching. Definitely not a snake. Maybe a baby raccoon? A mouse? Probably a mouse. When I tapped the wall the scratching stopped and the dogs lost interest in the spot. Eventually whatever it was moved on and Buddy and Sahara were ready to do something else so I kicked them outside. Buddy was happy to go. Sahara…not as much. She’s a homebody.
More happened in that story–not much though; this is just the Reader’s Digest version. The longer version would have simultaneous incidents: Sahara searching the kitchen for something, Buddy alternating between the wall and wanting to go into the main part of the house, me crying, me on the phone, me hoping it wasn’t a snake, me contemplating on selling my house and letting the new owners handle the raccoons, and many other things.
I still want to sell my house, but at the moment it isn’t feasible. The raccoons are driving me crazy so either I stay put or bite the bullet and put my house on the market. Neither sounds ideal. Perhaps after BF and I get married we’ll get something figured out. Until then, I get to put up with my noisy upstairs neighbors for a bit longer.
Not much of a entry. I do have some picture to share sometime in the future. They’re of Eevee and Sahara playing. I find the pictures precious.
Until next time, seek out and destroy…the food that is.
Sorry I haven’t written much. I recently changed positions at work which means that I have less time to write blog posts, but here is one.
If someone told me a few years ago that I’d share my home with seven dogs, I would believe them. Dogs have always been in my life and I suspect they will always be in my life.
My dogs are what get me up in the morning even on days I’m depressed, especially on days I’m depressed. Fortunately since my medicine got adjusted, I’ve had fewer depressed and manic episodes.
Unfortunately, this medicine adjustment has restored me to my actual personality: feeling nothing and everything at once.
But I digress…
This week Buddy, Sahara, and I finally had a breakthrough and it all started with a hole in the fence. Buddy, Luna, and possibly Eevee found/dug a hole under the fence into the neighbor’s yard. Mind you, I have a privacy fence and the neighbors have a regular fence that has a four to five foot high hole in it. There’s about a six inch gap between these fences.
So the three of them were getting into the neighbor’s yard. On Sunday, while bf, a friend of mine, and I were tearing down a shed to get to the hole, Buddy slipped through. Around that time the neighbor’s dog was let into the backyard. I watched and held my breath as Buddy approached the other dog. I expected a fight, but it never happened. Buddy hip-checked the other dog, causing it to yowl in annoyance, and then trotted away probably laughing to himself. That was when I realized that Buddy isn’t dog aggressive. Buddy is just a jerk and has a twisted sense of humor. What a relief.
The shed got torn down and the fence got fixed.
On Monday, at my Mother’s insistence, I took Sahara outside while leaving Buddy loose (normally I tie him out). Buddy was curious about her at first, but never did his hip-check thing. Instead he went to the back fence and tried to figure out how to get on the other side of the fence. Another relief. Though they aren’t ready to play with each other, they don’t mind being in the same vicinity of each other. A peaceful household once again.
Yesterday, I watched the dogs roam around the backyard and I counted and recounted them. There were seven dogs, but it didn’t look like it. Even with seven dogs, my backyard is big enough for even more dogs to enjoy it. Not that I’m going to get another dog…yet. Part of me wants another hound…a Basset or another Beagle would be fun. Another part of me wants a larger dog a Great Pyrenees, a St. Bernard, or a German Shepherd. However, I would only get a large dog if something should happen to Buddy and Buddy isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Sahara’s baying used to get on my nerves, but now I’ve gotten used to it. It’s an acquired sound. I watched videos and read books about the sound, but nothing prepared me for how a Beagle actually sounded. It’s still annoying when I’m trying to talk on the phone, but that’s life with a hound.
Nothing else exciting is going on at the house. The Shih Tzus are doing well. Molly has gone into a stubborn phase and requires being carried inside rather than her actually walking. Haley’s allergies are acting up, but other than that she’s still as bratty and demanding as always. Clara is still cute and tries to use it to get out of doing what she doesn’t want to do.
All in all, life is pretty good right now. BF and I got raises which means the dogs can live an even more comfortable life than they already are living. They’ve trained us right.
Until next time, show your siblings and strangers that you mean them no harm by giving them a friendly hip check (then run away laughing as they yowl about the injustice of it all).