Doggie disaster?
It appears that for the first few days, Hitch was in his “ooh, I’m tiny and cute, don’t take me back to the kennel” phase. He has now entered his, “Listen bitch, I’m not sitting anymore and I’m going to bite your face” stage. He clearly looks on me as his girlfriend or littermate, neither of which is appealing. I’m really hoping his hormones sort themselves out soon, because I’m a little sick of looking at his lipstick (thank you Zach Braff for giving us such a useful euphemism, or as I will now dub it a “usephulism”).
In what is probably Hitch’s most ill-advised act of the week, he attempted to take on my friend’s 85-pound dobie-rottie mix. I took him over to Brutus’ house for a play date, and we introduced them. Bru went into play mode, and Hitch went for his throat. Okay. Hauling the 40-lb dog out of the house, we tried the yard, hopefully a more neutral territory. Again, Bru (who is unsurprisingly a little dubious at this point) tries to make a go of it, while Hitch goes bezerk. Jayla was like, “See you later!” We even tried to get them to know each other through the fence… which Hitch attacked. Stupid, stupid medium-sized dog. And then we walked away, and he was like, “Okay, so what are we doing next, wag, wag, wag?” Um, we’re going home.
So, no trips to the dog park, none to the doggie beach, no trips to the park at all because I live in Logan Square along with a large proportion of the city’s fighting dogs, no interaction with kids. Hitch also doesn’t appear to like toys. I throw the ball, he runs for it… and eats grass. All this equals one pent up pup, meaning that he wants to play fun games in the house like “bite Brie’s ear,” “bite Brie’s chin,” “No, I will not get in my kennel – I will straight arm as you try to load me in.”
About 60% of the time he’s really great, very sweet, and listens, but we’re going to have to do something about the other 40%. Quickly.
In other news, I had a few staff members convinced that I had converted to Judaism at 13 after a friend’s bat mitzvah earlier today. “Something about the religion just struck me.” This is how I get though my days.
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