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THE ODDBALL DOGS IN MY LIFE
I often baby-sit this
tremendous, big clown of a dog, called Duke. I just love
this big clown but he is an Oddball of sorts.......... You
see, he has balls and other toys but his favorite is a
"Hockey Stick". Yup, a hockey stick which he plays with by
the hour. Throw his hockey stick and where he retrieves his
other toys and brings them to you to throw again, he so
loves his hockey stick that he may forget to bring it back
to you. But that is not the real Oddball part of this
story. It is what he does with it that baffles me. And
apparently I am not the only one who first thought this
happened by accident and tried to rescue the dog.
Within seconds of clamping his
jaws on it, it ends up run through his collar. He appears
to be in a bit of a dilemma, with his pride and joy now
caught in his collar. Don't bother to rescue him and remove
it........because he does it on purpose. Yup, he grabs it,
twists his head and carefully inserts it through his collar
so it is easier to carry. Now he can leap and bound with it
and it never leaves his side. Crazy dog anyway!!!
Being a dog breeder, I have
learned that my dogs are often dedicated to caring for
another dogs pups even if they are not related. My pure
white girl, named Happy, has pups right now. Now no other
dog in their right mind is going to go near Happy's pups.
She will rip right into them. Happy is big and strong,
compared to Furbie. Little, black Furbie doesn't even like
pups. Apt to bite them if they are running loose and go
near her precious food bowl which she guards 24 hours a
day. Sleeps with her head resting on it. HERS and no one
else's. Mind you, there are dozen food bowls scattered
around the house, so she may guard anyone of them. Which
ever one on that particular day is hers.
So I am busy doing the dishes
the other morning and see Furbie paying close attention to
Happy's, squirming and toddling around pups in their space
by the stove. She is just kind of watching them a bit to
closely for my liking. After all, she doesn't like other
dogs pups?
I am wiping the table and see
Happy leave her pups and go through the dog door to the
great outdoors. Instantly Furbie grabs a mouthful of dry
dog food out of her much guarded bowl, glances at the dog
door to make Happy is really gone, jumps in with the pups
and drops the kernels of dog food in front of them. She
cocks her head, studies them and jumps back out to guard her
food dish.
I watch and this happens a
couple of times that day. Now I don't want Furbie getting
caught by Happy in with Happy's pups and Furbie doesn't want
it either. Getting caught in with those pups means that
"HAPPY MIGHT NOT BE A HAPPY CAMPER" if you know what I mean.
Well it just happened this
afternoon. Happy came in through the dog door and caught
Furbie in with her pups. The fact that Furbie was trying to
help feed her growing brood didn't matter. The fact Furbie
had done so with her precious food didn't mean anything to
Happy either. She tore a strip off of Furbie, something
awful. No real injuries here, Folks, but put Furbie out of
her pen in an instant.
That should of been the end of
it but you see, I don't have any normal animals in my life.
Later on, Happy went back outside to lay on the step in the
sunshine. Furbie made sure she was gone, jumped in with the
pups and grabbed a huge mouthful of their puppy food.
Jumped out and coughed it out beside her food dish. Not
hungry enough to eat it but "FAIR IS FAIR". Just taking
back what she had left in the first place.............I give
up, someone please give me a normal animal. Any
animal..........Any kind...........JUST NORMAL!!!
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