Yesterday was full of surprises, the Colts in control of the game in the first half then losing their grip in the second half to the tension in the air between those who placed bets and were losing. Even the dogs were not immune to this. Food in everyone’s hands, lots of unfamiliar people in the house making all sorts of noises, more opportunities to misbehave and the dogs are just not used to all the commotion.
It all has to come to a breaking point and it did twice yesterday.
First was my ex husband’s German Sheppard and a friend of his wife’s teacup Yorkie. Chopper the German Sheppard is a good natured, mellow dog. She is older and very settled in her ways. The Yorkie “Fendi” is a bit more like the hyper, anxious, nervous and nippy dog that defines his breed.
He went to town nibbling and nipping at Chopper’s ankles until she had enough and put him in his place. Unfortunately she broke some skin on Fendi’s nose and he bled some causing a ruckus at my ex’s house.
On the other side of town where I was watching the game (thankfully sanz my Basenji crew) at my aunt and uncles house we had another sort of crazy mess with their pack of Chihuahuas. They have a total of 6 - Linda the oldest and the dominant bitch in the pack at about 11 yrs, Vicky approximately 4 yrs and a sweetheart, Lorezno her twin brother another sweetie but last in the pecking order, Chico (age unknown) a rescue that suffered severe physical abuse and then the boopsy twins Lola and Adelita the tiniest mini Chihuahuas that my uncle purchased only about 3 months ago from a breeder in Texas. They are bout 5 -6 months old.
Lately Chico has been asserting his dominance over Lorenzo and winning. I’ll be that it does not take much to make Lorenzo scream and cry – he is a bit of a chicken, but last night Chico had chased him down twice and Chico’s owner, my cousin had enough. He (my cousin) swiped Chico to the side causing him to let go of Lorenzo and butt up against the wall. We think he may have bit his tongue in the process causing some bleeding and that cause a ruckus between the adults. All parties involved, left licking wounds and retreated to their respective corners – Chico to his pillow on the sofa, Lorenzo to my aunt’s bedroom and my cousin back at the dominoes table.
The evening ended on a less than chipper note, not terribly annoyed, but not as Super as the game’s name would have implied. We had some cheers, followed by some tears and ended up surviving another game, packs and families in one piece!
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