Little and Large.

I’ve mentioned before that we have never seen so many dogs in one vicinity as there are here, and I am getting to know (and getting known by) them all.
Isn’t it funny that dogs know which is the biscuit pocket with no clues from you?
Hubby and I stopped carrying biscuits as Maggie was more interested in shoving her nose against the pocket than watching where she was going and bumped into a lamp post or pole at least twice, but more worryingly, stepped out into the road without stopping.
We seem to go in cycles here though, one day seeing mainly spaniels or shih tzus, then the next collies, labradors, GSDs, jack russells, boxers, westies, greyhounds or whippets.

Today I met the dog that lives behind us.
She’s a three year old rottweiller cross mastiff, cocoa brown in colour and solid muscle.
It was very apparent she was used to people when she tugged her owner towards me in greeting, one of these dogs with the thought process of ‘If in doubt, sit, then they’ll fuss me’ kind of thing.
She has a very sad story though insomuch as she and her siblings had been abandoned by their rotti mother and were taken into animal care at four weeks.
It would appear that some dogs do not make good parents, and I remember my niece had a pair of rottweillers, leaving them unattended when the bitch was in season.
Result was 8 puppies, two of which were stillborn, a further two smothered by their Mum before they opened their eyes and the remaining four hand reared as she showed no interest in them. Only two survived to sale, the male was moved on to another family and the bitch died about four years ago aged 9.

This beautiful dog is fine with people and children, but terrified of other dogs, though the owner is working on it.
She has tried puppy classes, socialising programmes, and introducing the dog to friends and family that have dogs, but hers will bolt and hide under the table or nearest chair.
She said she can’t let the dog off the lead, even on the beach, in case another dog approached it and she ran off. Being a cross of two large breeds, many people especially non-dog owners, could be afraid if it ran towards them and react in panic.

Naturally on learning this, Hubby kept Maggie away.
If nothing else, we understand and would rather let the dog come to us in their own time than push the issue for making a fuss and ruin any training or progress it may have been making, which is why we always ask first.
As we were chatting on the pavement, a lady who we’d met up with when we started our walk passed by with her little Westie. Maggie had been quite sociable (for a change!) but we didn’t push our luck knowing she can be a bit twitchy if the other dog comes up on her blind side.
I watched with interest as the bigger dog inched closer to her owner, but allowed the little dog to sniff her. It was short lived though as the larger one’s hackles went up and she backed off to get away.

So far we have come across several dogs a little nervy of people, and so far, they have all come up to me eventually. One woman was quite surprised as she said her dog NEVER approached strangers,  yet I was permitted a full belly rub when it rolled over at my feet!

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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17 Responses to Little and Large.

  1. foguth says:

    I believe that Saphera would have made a fabulous mom, but she has never had puppies. That said, she claims any baby or toddler (species is irrelevant) that comes into her space. Note: Purrseidon considers Saphera to be her surrogate mom. At the moment, the next door neighbor has a boxer puppy, and after Saphera met it, she was smitten, so we’ve needed to ‘borrow’ the pup a time or two in order for her to stop howling pitifully at the fence.
    This having been said, when she plays with the puppy, she over does (she’s about 10 and arthritic), so then limbs for a few days, then recovers, sniffs the fence and the cycles begins, again.
    The other benefit is that the puppy is getting socialized with older dogs, cats and even a bunny, so hopefully the boxer reputation won’t manifest…. Mr. M has given it the wacky paw when it tried to slobber on him…. that old tom has zero tolerance for slobber.

    • Wonderful! Maggie would have made a good Mum too, but we never found a suitable Daddy until it was too late. She’s way too old now. Saying that though, her toys were/are her babies and I remember one night the panic at 2am when one fell off the bed and she couldn’t find it.

      • foguth says:

        There are 2 reasons why Saphera never had puppies. 1) As was Maggie’s issue, no appropriate dad. 2) By the time we found her, she had a severe case of PTSD, so she is worse than a cat when dealing with new situations.

      • Oh bless her. I trust all is not so traumatic now.

      • foguth says:

        I doubt that she will ever completely recover. She’s 10-something. When we discovered her, she was running alongside the Interstate, bloody and battered, but didn’t appear to have been hit by a vehicle – more as if she’d been kicked and/or abused by humans (that’s as per the vet). Her tail was broken and she had a ton of trust issues. For instance, she dislikes strangers in general, but loves any baby on sight. She is okay with kids and tends to be protective of them, tolerates females, but distrusts adult males. This last bit is embarrassing to admit, but she is the most prejudiced dog I’ve ever met – not only does she distrust males, but the darker one’s skin tone, the more hostility she shows.
        We assume that whoever hurt her badly enough to break her tail must have been an adult male with dark skin.

      • How awful for her. I have no time for anyone who hurts an animal: hanging is too good for them imo.
        They don’t forget do they. My second GSD got more nervy around men in white coats/jackets/shirts, so I believed it possible that a vet or butcher had hurt her. I explained my theory to my vet when I first took her in for a check up and he took his coat off before she went in. She was fine with him then.

      • foguth says:

        I admit to having a bit of a ‘white coat’ issue myself. When I was 6, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. Over the next 3 years, I made several trips with her to Mayo Clinic – surgery, radiation therapy, chemo therapy…. she passed when I was 9 and there are very few doctors that I trust completely. Cheryl, my own doctor, thinks it’s funny that my blood pressure readings are always up IF the nurse is wearing white… she also knows the roots of why.

      • I’m sorry for your loss, especially at such a young age. I feel a bit like that about dentists.

      • foguth says:

        LOL, my dentist is also a friend – she NEVER wears white.

      • We have another lady dentist this time, so I have no problem with her.

  2. You are the dog whisperer!

  3. scifihammy says:

    It’s lovely for you all to meet so many well-behaved dogs (and owners!) and great that the anxious Rottie was very comfy with you. I believe they read energies and you must have a calm confident one. LM would like you too – and she doesn’t go up to anyone either. 🙂

  4. A place with a lot of dogs is a good place in my mind!

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