Our foster Jezebel (currently in the process of adopting her) is a sweet, delicate little girl. She is petite and dainty and just a joy to have around. Our boy Oli is just that – a boy. He’s rough and tumble, plays tough but runs to mommy when he is scared.
Jezebel has been very good about setting boundaries with Oli who sometimes insists on playing with her when she is in the mindset to relax.
The other night he learned what “NO” from Jezebel means. He starts off being brash and just pouncing on her. Quietly she moves away and retreats to her kennel. He tries again to initiate play by sitting outside of her kennel and batting her head with his paw. She growls, makes a half turn and tucks her head under her paws. Patiently he waits outside of her cage, now sleepy he stretches out across the entrance. Jezebel decides that she is going for a drink of water and as she gingerly steps over him - you can see one eye open. He gently mock bites her feet, one by one as she moves past him. She walks on… frustrated he stomps over to the sofa where we are relaxing and playfully nibbles our arms to get some play time from us. We comply and in the meantime, Jezebel curls up in the corner on the sofa. Poor Oli who is distracted and playing with us accidentally backs up on her and she goes ballistic! She leaps in the air, lands in “wolf” position, head is low, ears pinned back, hackles on end, growling. Oli falls off the sofa – terrified! He tries to climb back on the sofa keeping his distance but she won’t have it! Once again, she lunges for him, growling and making all sorts of awful noises but now her hackles are down. He manages to get up and sits in between my husband and I, as close to us as possible, muzzling my armpit to get underneath. There he sits protected staring at her from a distance… she looks at him, growls, does a turn and snuggles under a pillow cushion… still mumbling “stupid boy, I said NO”!
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