The War Of Dogs
I'm dog-sitting again. Sad to relate, strife has broken out among the canine elements of the Renaissance Couple's household. The Princess of Darkness, suddenly overcome with the first flush of adolescent hormones, felt compelled to dispute the title of Top Bitch In House with Cass the Alsatian. Now Cass is something of a grande dame d'un certain age, who's essentially docile, (recreations: sleeping & eating), but not the sort to stand any nonsense from adolescent slappers. The result has been scenes of dreadful carnage, skin & hair flying, visits to the vet, stitches & antibiotics. Cry Havoc indeed.
So a De-Militarized Zone has been declared. Cass is exiled to the cottage, while the Princess continues to frolic darkly in the house. Each is clearly convinced she's now the sole legitimate representative of bitchdom hereabouts, a sort of China & Taiwan of the western canine world. Alas, each is living in her own private fool's paradise - and I'm enjoying the regular entertainment of walks, feeds & treats. This cannot, of course, be allowed to go on. A safe haven is being arranged for one of the combatants. Deportation looms . . . . but for which bitch?
So a De-Militarized Zone has been declared. Cass is exiled to the cottage, while the Princess continues to frolic darkly in the house. Each is clearly convinced she's now the sole legitimate representative of bitchdom hereabouts, a sort of China & Taiwan of the western canine world. Alas, each is living in her own private fool's paradise - and I'm enjoying the regular entertainment of walks, feeds & treats. This cannot, of course, be allowed to go on. A safe haven is being arranged for one of the combatants. Deportation looms . . . . but for which bitch?
posted by Nick at 2:10 pm
4 Comments:
Dogs don't do sharing,fairness and democracy. Once there's a hierarchy established they're happy. Until then there's trouble. You can help by making it clear that YOU are top dog, and that you know their pecking order. Feed top bitch first and give her the highest bed. Doesn't fit comfortably with liberal intellectual sentiments, but it works. Think dog.
Thanks for the advice & offers chaps. Unfortunately, the other party to the dispute is a Patterdale Terrier. We've taken expert advice & the consensus seems to be separation or death . . .
One last idea - get a cat preferably a big male one. They'll all have a go at the cat, but soon discover it can climb high and drop on them at which point the cat suddenly becomes the dominent dog and peace is restored (allegedly).
Trev
Teev - the cat's only got three legs, so climbing trees is a bit tricky. But I'll have a word with him . . .
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