Guess who hates having her picture taken?
She cracks me up…
Not crazy, but here are the little beasties who try to push me off the bed at night. Snoring their butts off…
My sister-in-law sleeps with three Rottweilers in her bed and I have trouble with a couple of small dogs!! LOL!
Anyway, I think I mentioned Guy Who Yells at Me in a previous post. He started over a year ago while walking past my postage stamp house/yard with his little black and white dog. My dogs started barking (of course!) and I walked over to Bree and hugged her to calm her down and stop her running around, trampling the little dogs.
The Guy then went berserk, screaming “You’d better not be hurting that dog!! You better not!”. I was taken aback, to say the least, and replied “Sir, not that it’s any of your business, but I’d never hurt this dog”.
Well, he kept it up for another few minutes, accusing me of hitting her and all sorts of things! I was gobsmacked.
And every time he walked that mutt past the house and we were out there, he would go crazy on my ass. EVERY TIME. Once he yelled “Are you hitting that dog? You better not be hitting that dog!” To which I replied “Sir, I am 6 feet away from her; just how crazy are you?”
It got so bad I started hiding in the house and then one day I ran inside to hide because he’d come around the corner and Arthur saw me. He stepped outside and told the Guy “Stop yelling at my wife or I’ll call the police.”
And that was it. I didn’t see him again. Guess he chose another route. Huzzah!
Enter Woman Who Yells at Me. You can’t make this shit up!
Bree will be 11 tomorrow (I know!!) but when she was younger I used to bathe her outside in the summer. And we used to play with the hose, her trying to catch the water. Most of us with dogs have.
Well, the Woman happened by with her dog one day a couple of weeks ago while I was outside with the dogs.. and I had a hose in my hand. She lost her mind and started screaming “You better not be spraying that dog in the head!!”
I thought: Is this Guy Who Yells at Me’s wife???
Better prepared for the insanity, I just smiled and walked away… Until she caught me on a bad day. The inspector had shown up (for the fifth time) but once again the contractor was a no-show. I had just fed the dogs and took them out. I always go with them, they’re never alone.
There she was, across the street, watching me. Bree and the little dogs went nuts and because Bree is a deep chested breed and I don’t want her to torsion and bloat, I picked up the hose. She thought she was getting a bath and shut up and retreated to the back yard. That should have been that, but the Woman had to open her mouth, didn’t she? I don’t know what she was screaming because I was louder. And it was profane. Haven’t seen her since.
Crazy people are everywhere… but lately it seems like I’m seeing more than my share…
Badger hates having her picture taken. She thinks it steals her soul or something, so if she knows the camera is pointed at her it’s a full snark situation.
Here she almost can’t believe the thing is after her again.
I think you can judge this expression for yourself:
And she’s such a sweet, happy girl otherwise. Oh, well.
Daisy, on the other hand, could care less. Or she doesn’t have the brain power to realize what is transpiring.
*No idea; just wanted to write it.
She’s just a dog. Like every other dog, she has her own personality, likes and dislikes, favorite foods and play toys. So why does she seem so special? That’s the question of the day: what makes her the best of the three… and that statement is not made lightly.
Bree is a spoiled brat, assured of her place as Queen of everything. She picks on the other two, wielding her larger paws like bats as she swats at their heads. If she wants their chews or food, she simply walks up and starts growling. Many fights have begun between Bree and Badger in such a way.
Daisy is a primitive psychotic. But she know enough about her spot in the pecking order that she does not fight. She might growl or posture, but she knows that she would lose in a match with either Bree or Badger.
The funny thing is, once she’s growled, they disengage. Why won’t they tangle with her? It’s a question for the ages. Can you tell I watch these dogs like they’re a science experiment?
Badger. The Honey Badger is sweet and loving like no dog I’ve ever known.
She can also be your worst nightmare. Her fights with Bree are getting more dire, only because she won’t back down, not even in the face of a larger opponent with bigger teeth. Honey Badger don’t care. She goes full out on everything; loving, fighting, eating, living. She’s the Auntie Mame of the canine world.
She’s the protector of us… and of those weaker than herself. She’s taken Daisy under her wing and when Bree tries to swat her on the head or take away her chew, Badger flies at the larger dog. She puts herself between them.
I’m sitting at my desk and Badger is draped across my lap asleep. At night she sleeps with us in bed, sometimes lying besides Mike, sometimes myself. Always wanting to touch, even in her dreams.
Badger is very attentive, even outside. She watches my face and eyes to make sure she misses nothing; not a direction or a kind word. She’s the only dog who comes when I call without fail, who goes inside and outside on my command. The other two, especially Bree, could care less. Well, Daisy is usually caught up in hunting and is loathe to obey.
So Badger is the best girl. Period.