Thursday, February 24, 2005

Sassy (a Silky terrier mix, 3ish years old) and Annie (beagle/dachshund/terrier mix, nearly 16 years old) get along for the most part. However, there are times when Sassy gets a little too close to me and Annie goes nutso-protecto. Just so you know, Annie is nutso-protecto about me all the time anyway - add another person or dog to the mix and it goes up to the nth degree. Just ask my family.

They got into a snarling mess the other night, with Annie the clear victor as the one who drew blood. Usually Sassy’s sharp little teeth get into Annie’s flappy ears and Annie is the one to bleed.

I don’t know what started the one I just broke up, but there was a snarling mass of black and white fur at my feet, messing up my file pile. Sassy was the top dog in this one and I had a hard time getting her teeth out of the back of Annie’s neck. Add that I had just walked them and they were both slightly damp and it was just generally unpleasant.

Sassy’s in “the hole.” (She has a crate.) Annie is sulking on the ottoman and she wimpers when she tries to shake her head, so Sassy managed to inflict pain. I’m posting this while the adreneline wears off.