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It's time for a Little Dude story!
We lived in SoCA. (Little tiny backyard, dry and hot, Hot, HOT)
Bright Center of the Universe (Daughter #1) wanted a dog. Decided on an Australian Cattle Dog. (oh. . . kay, sure . . . she said she'd walk it, and love it and train it)
()Did not happen to the dog's satisfaction. The genetic herding instinct kicked in and well . . . no cattle in our house but there was Little Dude. At that time LD was a toddler and very compliant . . . usually.
Cody (dog) liked to herd LD all over the house. Usually it went unnoticed, when noticed, it was amusing. One day LD did not want to be herded. Cody never considered this an option. Apparantly nipping the ankles is an inherited trait too.
NIP. "WAAAH". Dad to the rescue, Dog head is pushed to the carpet; Dog hears "NO NO NO NO!" coming from the BIG HUMAN.
LD crys, gets cuddled etc by the MIDDLE-SIZED HUMAN (who glares meanly at lesser life form -- both of us).
Cody cowers by the door. (Waits it out. Hopes to get out.) Things calm down.
Little Dude toddles over to Cody. Cody waits, wags tail looks at BIG and MIDDLE-SIZED HUMANs. (Probably thinking "if the little one is cool the BIG ONES probably will be too" Hope springs eternal.) Cody wags tail harder, cocks his ears; does his best to look cute.
Little dude grabs Cody by both ears, pulls dog to a standing position, shouts "NO, NO"! Little Dude bites Cody right on the nose. Blood everywhere.
As of that day, there was a new Alpha Male in the house.
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