Brother #2, his lovely wife, and an exceptionally nice golden Labrador named Maggie came for a visit yesterday. We had to shut the boys in the backyard because Maggie just had The Operation and her stitches weren't up to being hit with seventy pounds of exuberant affection (Little Man) and eighty pounds of jealous rage (Batdog).
Poor Maggie was not made welcome by the Old Gunfighter. While she was lying under my brother's chair, he entered the room.
He stopped. His head dropped, his tail flattened, and he took three slow, deliberate steps forward with an outraged look on his face.
Maggie twitched nervously (as who wouldn't), and he hissed and then stationed himself behind my chair and watched her like a hawk until we all went out to enjoy the evening breezes on the front porch.
I went in to pet him before going to bed last night and he bit me.
Serves you right. Letting a doggo interloper into the house. What were you thinking? LOL
ReplyDeleteYou deigned to let yet ANOTHER dog in the house. Of course you had to be punished. Let's hope you don't find a hairball in your shoe like I have.
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