Waited until noon-ish to go to Friday shit-shoveling, because cold. Since that was the only errand and Fridays are usually quick, I brought the boys with me. They should be able to sit in the Jeep and watch for the time it takes – it’s been a long time since LB chewed anything important off the Jeep.
The last time I brought LB with me while working at J&H’s it didn’t go well and he was invited to not return – but that was a long time ago, and the dog he got involved with is dead now. Anyway, it totally wasn’t his fault. Nobody was home, I tied his rope to the round pen, and everything was fine until J came home with their old Boxer mix Tia. She started trying to punk him, though a third his size. Hey, I was there – he was as polite as he could be for as long as he could be. But she kept crowding him, giving him the teeth and the growls. She was about a million dog years old and had nothing to back that up with, but he was seriously not doing anything – until he’d had enough. And then he just snapped at her the once, it’s not like he really went after her. LB has his faults, but he’s not aggressive toward other dogs. Magnus would have had her on her back, with fangs at her throat.
And anyway, this time I left him and Ghost in the Jeep. Ghost always gets the shotgun seat, but when I’m not in the Jeep LB likes to sit behind the wheel. And that’s where he was when J&H’s Pomeranian came out into the yard – and went yipping right up to the Jeep’s driver door to show the intruders who’s boss.
Hey, I was there. LB didn’t even show a tooth, okay? All he did was stick his head out the window and look down.
With those soulless golden eyes like tiny marbles in his cinderblock-sized black head.
Which sent the Pom yipping right back to the house. *sigh* and I’ll probably hear about it…
Anyway, his mother still loves him…