SHE’S MINE, ALL MINE!
After two years of sharing my Mom with a continuous flow of rescued racing greyhounds, finally, she’s mine, all mine. Our last foster dog, Turbo, found his forever home in November 2009.
I was a bad pooch. I nipped Turbo pretty good and WOW was I chastised. Checking Turbo’s wound, Mom was nipped by Turbo on the left eyebrow. We’re talking deep purple and black. It took over a month for the bruise to disappear and Mom reminded me frequently that her disfiguerment was my fault and I was a brat. Turbo had to go to the vet and get a couple of stitches, so I was in the toilet – so to speak – for a long time.
So here’s my defense. I knew that Turbo was looking to connect and he’d decided that my Mom was going to be his Mom. I think not. As I told him, you’re here temporarily, so remember I’m the Alpha around here. This guy had the nerve to sit on the doggie bed close to Mom’s computer. That’s my bed. Well, actually, it’s Ice’s bed, but I can intimidate Ice to get off the bed and move to another one. Hey, sorry, intimidation is part of my charming personality. But Ice knows how to get Mom’s attention, so now that bed is closely monitored. No more am I allowed to intimidate Ice to move – I’m given an alternate bed – I guess I can live with that especially when Mom’s attention is elsewhere and I can ‘do my thing’ with Ice. Not sure how long I’m going to get away with this because Ice is getting pretty feisty and tried to nip me the other day. He may be small, but he has a courageous heart and I know Mom would back him up – after all, he’s the first born around here.
But I’m happy that Mom can now spend more time with me. We walk our customary two miles a day in the mornings and she plays throw and catch with me in the afternoons. I’ve got new toys to toss, and I get more scratches behind the ears.So I’m one happy camper.
We took a hike in the Catalina Mountains last Sunday, and it was glorious. New smells, lots of dogs to greet, and a couple of horses. Boy, I don’t think I will try to nip or intimidate those guys – I’m out tonnaged – but they couldn’t get through my doggie door, so I’m safe, Mom will not be bringing these guys home to foster!
