29th Jul 2008
Testosterone…the root of all (doggy) evil
I must apologise for not writing more posts in the last week. Work has me so busy I don’t know if I’m coming or going!
Today, after a long day at work, I came home to four very hungry hounds. I stepped into the dog yard to collect bowls and, after only two steps, I heard fighting behind me. Tighe (everybody’s darling) and Rogie (the bad boy) were at it. Funny thing was…I’m pretty sure Tighe started (and finished) it.
While the two boys were having at it, I tried screaming at them. I tried kicking them. I even tried grabbing Rogie around the waist (the closest one to me and thankfully the smaller of the two) but Tighe wouldn’t let go of his head. Finally, I remembered the hose…
Thank god for running water. I turned the hose on the two boys and directed the spray right into Tighe’s face. Finally, he let go of Rogie’s neck.
So Roges is at the vet’s office, getting his skin tears stitched up. Poor little lad…he was very scared after the fight. More frightened than I’ve ever seen him. He’ll be home tomorrow with lots of stories to tell, I’m sure.
In the meantime, I am of course considering neutering Tighe. He’s nine now (or ten?) and already the father of eight puppies and the grandfather of many more (including the two-time (whippet) World Champion, Carla…AKA Xantana van de Spaarne Meute).
But will that then make Rogie insufferable? Gahhhh…
I must apologise for not writing more posts in the last week. Work has me so busy I don’t know if I’m coming or going!
Today, after a long day at work, I came home to four very hungry hounds. I stepped into the dog yard to collect bowls and, after only two steps, I heard fighting behind me. Tighe (everybody’s darling) and Rogie (the bad boy) were at it. Funny thing was…I’m pretty sure Tighe started (and finished) it.
While the two boys were having at it, I tried screaming at them. I tried kicking them. I even tried grabbing Rogie around the waist (the closest one to me and thankfully the smaller of the two) but Tighe wouldn’t let go of his head. Finally, I remembered the hose…
Thank god for running water. I turned the hose on the two boys and directed the spray right into Tighe’s face. Finally, he let go of Rogie’s neck.
So Roges is at the vet’s office, getting his skin tears stitched up. Poor little lad…he was very scared after the fight. More frightened than I’ve ever seen him. He’ll be home tomorrow with lots of stories to tell, I’m sure.
In the meantime, I am of course considering neutering Tighe. He’s nine now (or ten?) and already the father of eight puppies and the grandfather of many more (including the two-time (whippet) World Champion, Carla…AKA Xantana van de Spaarne Meute).
But will that then make Rogie insufferable? Gahhhh…
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