My mom had a middle-aged cat when she adopted her pit. The first week that my mom brought Petey home, he did his grumbly, I'm-the-Alpha-Now routine to the cat...and the cat promptly bopped him on the nose to indicate that seniority is everything. And from then on, everything was fine.
Excuse me? Who gave you permission to exist?
Cordelia ,'Beneath You'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Steph L. - Apr 20, 2010 11:38:13 am PDT #16658 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Daisy Jane - Apr 20, 2010 11:39:50 am PDT #16659 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Wrod to the doggy advice. Ozy is little, but he loves to growl and bark. We had to teach him as a puppy that biting was never ok. Not even cute playful puppy bites. Our fear was that because he's so small, people/children would gravitate toward him and though he's little, he is a hound and his jaws are pretty powerful.
ETA: Ha! And Ozymandias is a mini dachshund. He really is about the sweetest, snuggliest boy ever, but we had to raise him that way.
Beverly - Apr 20, 2010 11:41:58 am PDT #16660 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Scary, un-Glitzy link, DJ.
beekaytee - Apr 20, 2010 11:42:03 am PDT #16661 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant
One was a dachshund, and one was a dachshund mix.
THIS is what I'm saying. Many, many months later, I still remember that little bastard. Nigel, is his name. Circled around me and chomped by Achilles Tendon the second I got in the door. I hadn't even had time to cause trouble yet! It hurt for a month or more.
No offense to the wonderful Dachshunds among us but...grumble, grumble, little bastard.
Dana - Apr 20, 2010 11:45:27 am PDT #16662 of 30000
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
They were both incredibly fearful. And stubborn.
Stephanie - Apr 20, 2010 11:46:57 am PDT #16663 of 30000
Trust my rage
Oh, Shir, I'm sorry.
Beverly - Apr 20, 2010 11:48:39 am PDT #16664 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Weren't they historically bred for badger-hunting? Gotta be as mean as the badgers. I understand they are fiercely defensive of the people they consider theirs. Which is both sort of endearing, and very problematic from a behavioral point of view.
Anne W. - Apr 20, 2010 11:49:49 am PDT #16665 of 30000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
My best friend's pit mix was bullied by her cats. The dog even learned how to swat when annoyed rather than growl. The one mouse he caught was pile-drivered to death when he pounced on it rather than snapping it up. Poor, confused Max. . .
Beverly - Apr 20, 2010 11:50:34 am PDT #16666 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oh Shir, I'm so sorry. Peace to Lou, and gentle comfort to his people.
Fred, I forgot to send healing thoughts to Max, and strength and coping ones to his humans.
beekaytee - Apr 20, 2010 11:50:39 am PDT #16667 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant
They were both incredibly fearful. And stubborn.
I was having a chat yesterday with a young couple who recently adopted an older purebred Dachshund who has fear aggression like whoa.
I must confess, I gave them a TON of free advice in the sincere hope that I could help them from a distance to the degree that they would not actually call me. I love getting paid, but, yeah.