Dogs, Dicks and Dominance

[Guest]

My husband told me that at one time. I asked if he wanted help packing. I had six yorkies at the time, three pups, mom, dad and my big boy Kozzi.

The pups were sold, my sister wanted mom, and I still have Rico and Koz. They are my babies and will stay with me until one of us dies.

 

[Guest]

We really need a dog smiley. Woof.

We should PM Laurel. Here are a few I located:


http://bestsmileys.com/dogs/1.gif


http://bestsmileys.com/dogs/3.gif


http://bestsmileys.com/dogs/4.gif


http://www.addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/tierdog/halo.gif


http://www.addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/tierdog/hb46.gif

 

[Aurora Black]

We should PM Laurel. Here are a few I located:


http://bestsmileys.com/dogs/1.gif


http://bestsmileys.com/dogs/3.gif


http://bestsmileys.com/dogs/4.gif


http://www.addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/tierdog/halo.gif


http://www.addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/tierdog/hb46.gif

Too cute!

We should have one ultra-cute puppy smiley and a Cujo-esque smiley to balance things out.

 

[Guest]

Too cute!

We should have one ultra-cute puppy smiley and a Cujo-esque smiley to balance things out.

I also like the one that is peeing.

A keeper.

 

[Guest]

We should PM Laurel. Here are a few I located:


http://bestsmileys.com/dogs/1.gif


http://bestsmileys.com/dogs/3.gif


http://bestsmileys.com/dogs/4.gif


http://www.addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/tierdog/halo.gif


http://www.addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/tierdog/hb46.gif

Cutenessmusses!!!

(As I would say to my kids. )

 

[Aurora Black]

I also like the one that is peeing.

A keeper.

 

[Huckleman2000]

In the Unwritten Rules of Dating, the entry under "Pets" states, unequivocally, "Never date a woman who has a dog with a larger package than yours. The beast will never let you hear the end of it."

 

[rgraham666]

I'm with Lou on Rottweillers. I've never met one that wasn't a sweet and loving dog.

And I'm a cat person.

Their owners on the other hand were often real pieces of work. In desperate need of training. And spaying them wasn't such a bad idea either.

 

[Dinsmore]

I can never resist a dog thread---sorry to butt in!

I love dogs and have enjoyed the company of numerous and varied ones. With two fenced acres we have the luxury of having big dogs; I’ve even planted a 2,000 SF meadow for them to chase vols, mice and bunnies in.

We love Weimaraners and have had two of them; neither was remotely hostile to humans but both were protective of their family.

Years ago a very nasty pit bull lab mix that never seemed to be under control attacked our Great Dane as we were walking her on lead---drawing blood and requiring stitches---no apology from the shit head young owner. The dog would hide in the bushes and dash out in full attack mode to terrorize passers by.

Danes are short lived breeds and Lady made it to nine years; she was replaced by a female Weimer, six months, previously abused and a bit fritzy early on. She chewed things and got in trouble; we also seemed to be the only people in the neighborhood who kept their pups contained. We hired a former USMC dog handler to help train her on premises and the engagement also included training my wife how to control ‘her’ dog since the Dane had been so easy. He worked wonders and in a matter of a couple of weeks she was completely obedient…the Weimer, that is.

Almost two years to the day of the first attack, walking by the same offending home, here comes the pit bull-Lab mix charging toward us. My wife and I had taken to carrying golf clubs for protection. Ten feet away the pit-lab screeched to a halt. Misty, our Weimer had done nothing more menacing then assume a fighting stance; she had neither barked nor growled. The attack dog ventured no closer, turned, put his tail between his legs and retreated. He never bothered us again.

I often use canine anecdotes in my stories and they are always accurate accounts of real events at least as far as canine behavior is concerned. In that spirit I went back and extracted two passages from previous submissions with doggie observations.

Before they could really greet each other the pups needed to check her out. They knew there was another of their species in the SUV, but first things first. The Weimer was instantly friendly, sniffing without being intrusive and then sitting down politely at her feet and allowing her to scratch his ears. The double coated sled dog was another matter. Relatively speaking, she was small, although she easily weighed in at close to sixty pounds. The Weimer was probably over 100 pounds; he was large for the breed. Her Dane was around 130 and distinctly taller---and still growing. The sled dog was not prepared to accept her as easily as the Weimer; this was she knew also typical of this particular breed.

“Sammy!” Jack said. “Good dog. This is my friend. Friend Sammy!”

The lovely creature looked back at her master with adoration then sat down politely in front of Maggie as if she had known her forever. She had the most incredible big, brown eyes. She accepted Maggie’s hand and offered just a hint of pink tongue in approval. Sensing it was time to get the canine social event underway, Maggie opened the back of the SUV and the regal young Dane bounded out to meet the locals. There was a lot of butt sniffing, a growl here and a bark there. The young Weimer saw a new playmate; the bitch saw an intruder who needed to quickly learn the pecking order.

The classic Alpha female, Samantha---not unlike Maggie---allowed no one to sniff her ass---nor even get near it. Soon all was right in the canine world. Maggie’s pup had paid his homage to the queen mother and acknowledged her position as the top dog. Soon the two males were running around the expansive yard making new discoveries together as the fawn coated female sat on a small hill overlooking her charges. Occasionally one or the other of the younger dogs would come over to seek approval before dashing off in all directions totally consumed by the day’s smells, sights and sounds. ***

And then this one which happen at our current home during our first spring; it includes some similar phrasing:

Janet and Frank decided to take her dogs to his house. Janet piled the two large beauties into her SUV and followed Frank back the short distance to his place. As dogs do, there was more than a little suspicion as the four dogs got to know each other. There was a lot of butt sniffing, some barking and even a growl and a nip.

The Chinook, the smallest but the most territorial was not initially happy to have her turf invaded. The Weimaraner was more excited than anything else---excited at the prospect of two new playmates. He had been raised from eight weeks by his surrogate mother and was submissive to her. The Chinook, the one female in the group and historically a true alpha dog quickly established the pecking order with the two new boys.

The three neutered males ran around and played energetically as the female matriarch sat on a small hill and surveyed her domain. She seemed pleased that thanks to the new additions she wouldn’t be constantly bothered as much by the big gray ghost who always seemed to want to play. She looked on with a disapproving scowl as the three pups frolicked and rolled and acted like typical children as they explored every inch of Frank’s expansive yard together. Each dog in turn came over to the beautiful little sled dog to pay homage to their mistress. In no time at all, she licked each muzzle affectionately leaving no doubt who was in charge but allowing the big Dobermans to stay as long as they played by the rules---her rules. As each male would lift his leg, Samantha would hurry over, sniff and then cover the scent with her own urine; she must have done so half a dozen times.

Dogs don’t really have a sense of each other’s size. Chinooks are notoriously territorial, outrageously protective, initially suspicious of strangers---and they are accomplished scrappers.

There had been a time when Frank had been entertaining guests when a neighbor’s dog, a massive and unfriendly Saint Bernard right out of Cujo had bounded into the yard and made a dash directly toward one of his female guests. The dog weighed over 180 pounds, stood over four feet tall, had gotten into a couple of fights with other dogs and had a reputation as a nipper. The little Chinook tipped the scales at just over sixty pounds and at the time was sleeping at her master’s feet. The St. Bernard was in full gallop and could have at the very least seriously hurt the young woman just by knocking her over. Sensing potential disaster the lovable little fawn colored former orphan covered the greater distance in a flash, setting up her fighting stance a few feet in front of the terrified young woman.

Emitting a low, menacing growl that was terrifying to both man and beast alike, the fluffy little girl made it clear to the invader that he would die. This is my yard and my master’s home. I will not back down. It’s just not who I am. I am prepared to die for these people…but you will certainly die if you try to hurt them. She then proceeded to escort the not so gentle giant out of the yard with his tail between his legs barking, growling and nipping at his heels. He never returned. The very special dog then returned to the frightened young lady, licked her hand, gazed into the young woman’s face with her big brown eyes and curled up at her feet. No harm will come to you as long as I am here. You are my master’s friend, therefore you are my friend. Have no fear.

One other time the Weimer, at abut six months, had escaped under the fence into an adjoining yard and was surrounded by three unfriendly canines. Not able to quickly discern where he had escaped, the twenty inch tall surrogate mother cleared a four foot horse fence with little room to spare to rescue her terrified little boy. With some sort of innate sense, she sensed which animal posed the biggest threat---not the biggest dog---but the most bellicose of the three…the resident Alpha in that yard. She quickly cleaned the opposing bitch’s clock, sending her squealing and yelping in terror. Frank had witnessed the encounter as he was rushing to head off the conflict. The other two dogs seeing their boss lady subdued no longer had any fight left in them and retreated in submission. The dear Chinook escorted her young charge back home, nipping his ears and lip all the way, chewing his young butt out for breaking the rules. The big gray never again tried to escape.

The ferocity and quickness of his most favorite canine had amazed even him. This was his special baby who spent almost every night asleep on a special pillow at his head, occasionally nuzzling his ear and touching him with her delicate pink tongue. A more gentle loving creature did not exist. When it came to what she viewed as hers to protect she simply did not know the meaning of fear. This man had saved her. He had found her roaming a highway when she was only eight weeks old. Having escaped a cruel life and almost certain early death she discovered with Frank undying love, affection, care and a pretty nice home in which to grow old. She would very quickly become completely attached to the new human in her life and totally win over Janet as she won over every other human she allowed to get close to her.

 

[Aurora Black]

*groans in pain, rubs eyes*

ETA: I meant from the neon colored text.

 

[Guest]

I love dogs and have enjoyed the company of numerous and varied ones. With two fenced acres we have the luxury of having big dogs; I’ve even planted a 2,000 SF meadow for them to chase vols, mice and bunnies in.

We love Weimaraners and have had two of them; neither was remotely hostile to humans but both were protective of their family.

Years ago a very nasty pit bull lab mix that never seemed to be under control attacked our Great Dane as we were walking her on lead---drawing blood and requiring stitches---no apology from the shit head young owner. The dog would hide in the bushes and dash out in full attack mode to terrorize passers by.

Danes are short lived breeds and Lady made it to nine years; she was replaced by a female Weimer, six months, previously abused and a bit fritzy early on. She chewed things and got in trouble; we also seemed to be the only people in the neighborhood who kept their pups contained. We hired a former USMC dog handler to help train her on premises and the engagement also included training my wife how to control ‘her’ dog since the Dane had been so easy. He worked wonders and in a matter of a couple of weeks she was completely obedient…the Weimer, that is.

Almost two years to the day of the first attack, walking by the same offending home, here comes the pit bull-Lab mix charging toward us. My wife and I had taken to carrying golf clubs for protection. Ten feet away the pit-lab screeched to a halt. Misty, our Weimer had done nothing more menacing then assume a fighting stance; she had neither barked nor growled. The attack dog ventured no closer, turned, put his tail between his legs and retreated. He never bothered us again.

Thank you, Dinsmore!

I read your entire post with a smile on my face - all of it was absolutely lovely.

I also adore Weimers (we have one in our classes at the mo, and she is gorgeous - full of beans and incredibly affectionate).

In fact, I love all dogs, without exception - it's just some of the owners that wind me up, hehe!

Great story there about your Weimer showing that pit-lab not to mess with her "pack". One of my Dad's dogs is much the same. He has two GSD's, and the bitch is very much the alpha female. His dog is quite a soft little boy (as is his girl, but she doesn't suffer any nonense), and she always feels the need to protect her little pack brother. As you probably know, GSD's (like a lot of dogs) are all mouth, and if they detect any threat at all, they let anyone in the vicinity know all about it.

My two (being Border Collies) have very little territorial instinct in them. They are very loyal and loving, but as soft and sensitive as anything. Then again, if my Billy (the oldest) experiences any kind of aggression from another dog, he makes sure he lets them know he was not amused - bares his teeth and raises his heckles. BC's are mouthy and chatty (usually in a very funny way), and tend to "stare-out" other dogs, which can wind them up. It's all good fun, though!

I've also written a dedication to one of my dogs in one of my stories. In fact, the entire story was based around him (Billy). It's called "Faithful" and a lot of it is written from the POV of the dog, hehe.

I loved your excerpts from your stories, thanks for sharing!

Lou