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.
Way 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…
Whoa, dude. Didn’t you see Blade 3? Those Pomeranians are vicious; they’ll rip your throat right out.
(Note: the vicious, killer vampire Pomeranian may have been the single best element of all three movies.)
No, I somehow missed that one, Bear.
Luckily, the Pomeranian isn’t large enough to knock you down, so you do have to cooperate if you want your throat ripped out. 🙂 You might lose some skin on your ankles, of course. I don’t think most of their owners actually file their teeth to points… but some of them must. I can’t stand the little monsters.
Oh, and BTW, what part of the Jeep did the kids chew on this time? You forgot to mention that. LOL
No, Skeeter’s my buddy. We’ve known each other for years. And he’s going through a bad time right now: The two older dogs died in quick succession, similar to what happened with Magnus and Fritz in ’09, and now they’ve got a new puppy who’s already several times his size and has no respect. So I guess he just felt compelled to defend his property from the invaders, even though I don’t think he weighs ten pounds and he’s capable of being driven by instinct to do unwise things.
I just don’t want LB getting into more neighbor trouble for something he didn’t even do. I won’t say he was acting in a friendly manner toward Skeeter, but he wasn’t being aggressive. He was just looking. And maybe wondering a little too loud if Pomeranian tastes like rabbit. Because LB has indeed eaten creatures bigger than Skeeter at a single sitting.
Oh, and he’s been really good about not biting things off the Jeep for quite a while. I still don’t completely trust him, but he does seem to have grown out of that.
LB’s Mama looks very proud of her boy. He’s grown into a handsome dog and it sounds like he can mind his manners for the most part. I hope your neighbors don’t give you too much guff.