- Bedtime
- Dietary restrictions
- Her lamb "baby"
- Shelties???
What started out as an innocent sniff somehow morphed into a dog fight. Sean and I had just gotten back from the new Batman movie, and I volunteered to walk the dog. It was a two-part mission: 1. get the dog to crap and 2. pick up my car at the nearby bar, where I had left it the night before (which was very smart considering I was hammered).
We met up with said sheltie and his owner, a very nice lady I'd briefly met on a previous walk. After we both verbally confirmed that our dogs were friendly, we let them meet. About 2.3 seconds later, they were snarling, clawing, and biting at each other.
We separated the dogs, apologized to each other, and went our separate ways. Both dogs were fine, except I noticed a scratch on Pickles' flank when we got home. I hate to say this, but I think Pickles might have been the aggressor. She always acts like she wants to love on other dogs, but maybe I've been misinterpreting her whines. A friend pointed out a scar on her forehead, so perhaps, I've adopted a little hood rat! Note to self: no more dog fun for Pickles, at least until we see how she reacts to her "cousins" in Green Bay in a couple weeks.
In other, less dramatic news, we're on day four of no trash digging! Wheeeee. We need to get a chalkboard and keep a formal count, like a factory. She did, however, knock over a mostly-empty glass of milk. I'll take it, I guess.
And because you've sat so patiently through my blathering, here is a picture of Pickles with her battered lamb.
Have a good one!
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