The Only Things Trix Kills Are Toys

Yup, it’s official. I have a pansy for a guide dog. She’s the wussiest wuss that ever was. We already know that she lets other dogs jump on her and try to hump her, and will cower under the desk at another house where there’s a dog, but this weekend, she was the biggest scaredy dog ever.

A friend of ours had a buck and doe in a small town near here. We stayed with family of Steve’s, who just got a new puppy a few weeks ago. It was a 12-week-old female Australian shepherd. She was so so so so small. the scariest thing about her were her sharp puppy teeth that liked to chew on everything. good lord, I’m not used to that. I would try to pet her and suddenly she had latched onto my shirt, my jeans, my purse, the leash, the harness, anything she could. I would give the little rat a bone, but she would have none of it.

Anyway, Trix could have easily shown this little thing who was boss, but what did she do? She constantly ran from the pup. All weekend, whenever she was out, she chased Trix back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Trix would lay down, but when the puppy was back, she didn’t growl at her and tell her to leave her alone. Oh no. She let the little runt chase her all over the house.

I said I would cry if Trix was intimidated by a puppy. I guess I can start crying.

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