Thinking about dogs
This morning I got up at 7.30 which is about usual.
Took the dog to the park and wandered around on our own for a while, and then met a few friends until there were seven of us. Seven dogs can make a fair old rumpus and ours were doing their best to make their presence felt today.
There was a fairly big terrier that’s probably the only dog I don’t like around here, not helped by the fact that I don’t like its owner much either. I love the dog’s energy and the distance he shrinks with his bounding gate, but what I don’t like is the way he plays – seriously hard. He usually has a bleeding ear and often a bleeding leg from where it has got too much for his unwilling play mates. His technique is to either bite ears or actually bite the other dog’s mouth.
They’re pretty well immune to pain and mine somehow puts up with this treatment every now and then, but today she was having none of it. She fought back hard and there was some awful noise. Then her biggest friend, a massive newfoundland, starting body slamming the terrier to great effect, The little fellow soon got the message and sloped off to annoy someone else.
But as I watch her sleeping beside me now it doesn’t seem possible that the aggression and speed could be so completely contained just an hour later and sleep be all she cares about.