ruby55
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Years ago I had a wolf hybrid (we just called him shephard/timber wolf back then) who could NOT leave skunks alone. He hated baths, too. So on those nights when he found one of his furry little striped friends he would come in & make a drive for under the couch (as if he would ever fit).
Surprisingly these dogs never go after skunks, and I'm sure they're on the property somewhere; I can smell them at night occasionally. (Possums are another story; they get dragged in through the doggie door on a regular basis)
Bella loves to go to the beach, however, and find dead fish & rotting seaweed. Surprising since she's such a princess. She doesn't like baths either.
We live in Florida so during the day we leave the people door open for air flow. One day about a year ago, I was picking up fur clumps & heard a ruckus at the door, like 2 or 3 dogs growling and scuffling. Turned around to see Deedee, the biggest grump in the world, & Ruby, just a baby still (around 12 months old) pushing to get through the door at the same time. Pretty funny by itself. Deedee finally got through, came waddling over to me, & spit something muddy & nasty out at my feet. She was so proud of her find! Ruby came racing in & went to grab the yucky thing. I yelled "RUBY LEAVE IT!" and she did. Deedee was still sitting there smiling at me, the way only older bullmastiffs can. I turned around to get something to pick up the yuck stuff with when I spied a pile of puke on the couch, at the same time Ruby saw it. She bounded over for some of that, so once again I yelled "RUBY LEAVE IT!" and once again she did. But she was dancing & whining at the frustration of all this good stuff that was off limits. So I yelled for help. My housemate came running. I said "If you could grab Ruby, I'll get rid of the dead bird & clean up the couch." All the time Deedee was just sitting there smiling. My housemate said "Umm, put your glasses on. That's not a dead bird." I looked closer; it was a rabbit head. Before I could get it picked up, I heard one of the other dogs retching out on the deck. :thud:
Years ago I had a wolf hybrid (we just called him shephard/timber wolf back then) who could NOT leave skunks alone. He hated baths, too. So on those nights when he found one of his furry little striped friends he would come in & make a drive for under the couch (as if he would ever fit).
Surprisingly these dogs never go after skunks, and I'm sure they're on the property somewhere; I can smell them at night occasionally. (Possums are another story; they get dragged in through the doggie door on a regular basis)
Bella loves to go to the beach, however, and find dead fish & rotting seaweed. Surprising since she's such a princess. She doesn't like baths either.
We live in Florida so during the day we leave the people door open for air flow. One day about a year ago, I was picking up fur clumps & heard a ruckus at the door, like 2 or 3 dogs growling and scuffling. Turned around to see Deedee, the biggest grump in the world, & Ruby, just a baby still (around 12 months old) pushing to get through the door at the same time. Pretty funny by itself. Deedee finally got through, came waddling over to me, & spit something muddy & nasty out at my feet. She was so proud of her find! Ruby came racing in & went to grab the yucky thing. I yelled "RUBY LEAVE IT!" and she did. Deedee was still sitting there smiling at me, the way only older bullmastiffs can. I turned around to get something to pick up the yuck stuff with when I spied a pile of puke on the couch, at the same time Ruby saw it. She bounded over for some of that, so once again I yelled "RUBY LEAVE IT!" and once again she did. But she was dancing & whining at the frustration of all this good stuff that was off limits. So I yelled for help. My housemate came running. I said "If you could grab Ruby, I'll get rid of the dead bird & clean up the couch." All the time Deedee was just sitting there smiling. My housemate said "Umm, put your glasses on. That's not a dead bird." I looked closer; it was a rabbit head. Before I could get it picked up, I heard one of the other dogs retching out on the deck. :thud:
