Dear Lord, Dogs!
You know how, sometimes, you have those days. You know the ones I'm talking about. You wake up after a terrible night's rest to the endlessly ringing phone and trundle off into a day that doesn't seem particularly different from any other day, except it is.
Because it sucks.
Enter the dogs. I'm at my parents' house today and this is the day Buster finally found the end of Bebo's patience. Since I arrived last night, Buster's been growling and picking fights over rawhides, toys, and Bebo simply being in the room, whether Bebo was even showing interest in said items or not.
So, When Buster picked the fight today, instead of backing off when I called, Bebo finally said 'Fuck it, little punk. You wanna fight? I'll fight.' and that's how I ended up with two bloody dogs and a vet visit. Buster shredded up the side of Bebo's face and nearly got his eye, and Bebo ended up pinning Buster to the ground by his face. He pulled some of the skin away from the muscle tissue, but honestly? Bebo kept himself in check pretty well.
Nothing's permanently damaged, Buster's spending the night at the vet's, and Bebo's got disenfectant. I'm just glad Bebo didn't decide to kill him. All told, a 3-5 minute dog fight where everything's still intact is pretty minor.
Of course, that would only be a little bit of a bad day. Bebo, being the brilliant little genius he is, decided to go for a walk.
With Darcy.
By themselves.
Again.
So, Bebo has learned how to open lift-latch gates. He did it three times the last time I visited - the first time we didn't realize it was him, the second we were sure someone had left the gate open, and the third time, well, it was time to admit he was just that smart. We put in a D-ring and called it good.
Somehow, between then and now, the ring went missing. I put a paperclip in when I came in until we could get a new one. Magically, Bebo managed to REMOVE THE PAPERCLIP - it was lying on the ground! - open the latch, and take Darcy for a walk... without making a sound.
Luckily, we found them before they baked in the 100 degree heat.
The doc called and said Buster's face was repaired and he'll be home tomorrow.
*sighs*
However, the big problem is that this is not going to stop. Doc says dogs with this sort of territorial issues don't get better. I've finally put my foot down and demanded Dad talk to the local behavioralist because, honestly? My dog nearly lost an eye today. Buster is alive only because Bebo decided not to kill him. That's not acceptable.
So, our options right now is to play musical dogs indoors/outdoors, or keep Buster in his kennel whenever Bebo visit. It's a blast.
Hopefully, the Behavioralist will have some suggestions, but - ugh.
Dogs.
Because it sucks.
Enter the dogs. I'm at my parents' house today and this is the day Buster finally found the end of Bebo's patience. Since I arrived last night, Buster's been growling and picking fights over rawhides, toys, and Bebo simply being in the room, whether Bebo was even showing interest in said items or not.
So, When Buster picked the fight today, instead of backing off when I called, Bebo finally said 'Fuck it, little punk. You wanna fight? I'll fight.' and that's how I ended up with two bloody dogs and a vet visit. Buster shredded up the side of Bebo's face and nearly got his eye, and Bebo ended up pinning Buster to the ground by his face. He pulled some of the skin away from the muscle tissue, but honestly? Bebo kept himself in check pretty well.
Nothing's permanently damaged, Buster's spending the night at the vet's, and Bebo's got disenfectant. I'm just glad Bebo didn't decide to kill him. All told, a 3-5 minute dog fight where everything's still intact is pretty minor.
Of course, that would only be a little bit of a bad day. Bebo, being the brilliant little genius he is, decided to go for a walk.
With Darcy.
By themselves.
Again.
So, Bebo has learned how to open lift-latch gates. He did it three times the last time I visited - the first time we didn't realize it was him, the second we were sure someone had left the gate open, and the third time, well, it was time to admit he was just that smart. We put in a D-ring and called it good.
Somehow, between then and now, the ring went missing. I put a paperclip in when I came in until we could get a new one. Magically, Bebo managed to REMOVE THE PAPERCLIP - it was lying on the ground! - open the latch, and take Darcy for a walk... without making a sound.
Luckily, we found them before they baked in the 100 degree heat.
The doc called and said Buster's face was repaired and he'll be home tomorrow.
*sighs*
However, the big problem is that this is not going to stop. Doc says dogs with this sort of territorial issues don't get better. I've finally put my foot down and demanded Dad talk to the local behavioralist because, honestly? My dog nearly lost an eye today. Buster is alive only because Bebo decided not to kill him. That's not acceptable.
So, our options right now is to play musical dogs indoors/outdoors, or keep Buster in his kennel whenever Bebo visit. It's a blast.
Hopefully, the Behavioralist will have some suggestions, but - ugh.
Dogs.