My dog Lucy doesn’t play well with others. Having lived her previous life as a stray, she tends to look at any other furry creature as unwanted competition or food – whichever comes first. I was reminded of this again today as the pups and I sat under our favorite tree, located just behind our new home – a remodeled farmhouse. Life is usually pretty perfect in that spot, surrounded by nothing but the peace of rolling farmlands and crisp, blue skies. That was until today, when Lucy spotted three deer on the hill.
I watched in slow motion as the hair on her back raised up (never a good sign) and as she darted in their direction, ready for the kill. We’ve learned over the years that it is best to have Lucy on a chain, staked firmly in the ground, because when she turns into the Incredible Hulk she’s sure to rip off the well-meaning limb that holds her leash. Thank God that the stake held in place reliably, as she didn’t get very far despite her ferocity. Her bark scared the bejesus out of me, as it did the deer – who darted away to safety pretty quickly. They knew what I did: Lucy wasn’t playing.
It’s actually pretty scary to watch her primal instincts kick in. On any other occasion she is a really sweet girl who is afraid of everything – including trash bags, paper, loud noises, and silver water bowls. But not when unwanted furry company arrives. Oh no, then she is a fearless attack dog ready for the kill. And there’s no calming her down. She’s seen something “other” in her territory, and that’s just not okay. Read the rest of this entry












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