Surrender the Bunny!
Mar. 22nd, 2012 11:31 amDog parks are, in theory, rather awesome places. A green space in the middle of the city designed and set aside just for dogs and their owners. Big dogs of a variety of breeds are pretty popular in this area but the big dog park has in park security and if your dog is a menace--you're asked to leave so it's usually pretty cool.
Sisko, Jack, and I are pretty much regulars at the dog park. I make Jack do the agility course a lot--it's practically the only thing that will wear him out enough for the car ride back to the house since he hates to leave the dog park.
This morning I took Sisko, Jack, Teddy, and the neighbor's French Bulldog, Roscoe to the dog park. Roscoe is basically "Jack's Brother from Another Mother" -- I'm trying to teach them to fist bump. It's the funniest thing I've seen in years when they try. (For those of you have just realized that I set up play dates for my dogs -- well, yeah)
To be honest, Sisko is a very dominant dog. He just has to look at some dogs and they roll over for him like he's the king or something. I don't know if it is the breed or if it is a result of his training OR it could be that I spoil him rotten and he thinks he's entitled to worship. Regardless, he's a dominant guy and other dogs (and their owners) make way for him with rarely even a token protest. He's not, however, a bully or a dog that provokes other animals--not even cats. (At least as long as we ignore his penchant for bunnicide).
Speaking of bunnies, sigh. We're in the dog park, right? I saw it out of the corner of my eye roughly before EVERY dog in the park did. Rabbits have to be really stupid. I mean, REALLY, stupid. About ten dogs chased this thing -- personally I'm of the opinion that it died of a heart attack. Regardless, Sisko caught it. Owners converged on the resulting "brawl" over the carcass which Sisko retained ownership of while Jack and Roscoe did their best to fend off the rest. Teddy sat by my abandoned back pack (I think he was trying to figure out how to get treats out of it as he is rather a failure at hunting for his own food).
One of the men in the park offered to take the rabbit from Sisko -- the condescending prick. I just glared at him and pointed a finger at Sisko and said, "Surrender the bunny!" (which I've been telling him for the past three years). He immediately came right to me and dropped the poor dead little thing right on my really cute new shoes.
Then I turned to the man and asked, "Were you hoping to take the bunny home for stew or something or can I have the security guy dispose of it?"
He looked at Sisko who was licking blood off his muzzle then he turned green and gagged. The fucking wuss.
Sisko, Jack, and I are pretty much regulars at the dog park. I make Jack do the agility course a lot--it's practically the only thing that will wear him out enough for the car ride back to the house since he hates to leave the dog park.
This morning I took Sisko, Jack, Teddy, and the neighbor's French Bulldog, Roscoe to the dog park. Roscoe is basically "Jack's Brother from Another Mother" -- I'm trying to teach them to fist bump. It's the funniest thing I've seen in years when they try. (For those of you have just realized that I set up play dates for my dogs -- well, yeah)
To be honest, Sisko is a very dominant dog. He just has to look at some dogs and they roll over for him like he's the king or something. I don't know if it is the breed or if it is a result of his training OR it could be that I spoil him rotten and he thinks he's entitled to worship. Regardless, he's a dominant guy and other dogs (and their owners) make way for him with rarely even a token protest. He's not, however, a bully or a dog that provokes other animals--not even cats. (At least as long as we ignore his penchant for bunnicide).
Speaking of bunnies, sigh. We're in the dog park, right? I saw it out of the corner of my eye roughly before EVERY dog in the park did. Rabbits have to be really stupid. I mean, REALLY, stupid. About ten dogs chased this thing -- personally I'm of the opinion that it died of a heart attack. Regardless, Sisko caught it. Owners converged on the resulting "brawl" over the carcass which Sisko retained ownership of while Jack and Roscoe did their best to fend off the rest. Teddy sat by my abandoned back pack (I think he was trying to figure out how to get treats out of it as he is rather a failure at hunting for his own food).
One of the men in the park offered to take the rabbit from Sisko -- the condescending prick. I just glared at him and pointed a finger at Sisko and said, "Surrender the bunny!" (which I've been telling him for the past three years). He immediately came right to me and dropped the poor dead little thing right on my really cute new shoes.
Then I turned to the man and asked, "Were you hoping to take the bunny home for stew or something or can I have the security guy dispose of it?"
He looked at Sisko who was licking blood off his muzzle then he turned green and gagged. The fucking wuss.
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Date: 2012-03-22 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-22 04:40 pm (UTC)If I had money, I would pay to have you come and train my dog!
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Date: 2012-03-22 08:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-03-22 04:44 pm (UTC)I adore your dog. Truly.
I also wish I lived closer to you because I'm pretty sure the Wild Wieners (Max & Minnie) would be Sisko's biggest groupies. The bunny population would never recover though.
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Date: 2012-03-22 05:11 pm (UTC)My dog is a wire haired dachshund - who does not get that she is not as big as a rottweiler. Which makes for amusing walks sometimes. Especially when a Great Dane shows submissiveness to her... *proud dog owner* ;P
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Date: 2012-03-22 05:17 pm (UTC)Sometimes it works, other times he worked on his flying skills, once he and a friends mini dachshund attacked a Doberman, who grabbed like a puppy and literally THREW them away from him
But he also knew his big pseudo-momma - my huge German wire haired pointer would help him out in a pinch.
He never really realized that he was not in such a strong position once the pointer died
He actually bullied my Moms bloodhound and her dachshund/pointer mix
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Date: 2012-03-22 05:13 pm (UTC)As a fellow "dog person", your story warmed the cockles of my heart.
I think it's interesting that most "dog people" nowadays are women. Up until the 50s and 60s, it was mostly men, but women are the greater proportion of owners at most dog-related activities today. What's the male/female ratio (of humans) at your dog park?
The Prick was trying to be gallant, I suppose, but was actually pretty dumb. One of the first things you teach a dog, especially a big prey-driven dog like yours, is to Leave It or Drop It (or, my favorite, "Gimme"). I like your command, though. It sounds more cool.
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Date: 2012-03-22 08:09 pm (UTC)Bring It
Drop It
Surrender the Bunny
Play Dead
Give Me A Hug
Sit
Roll Over
Commando Crawl
and...
when I put up my fists and sing: "Everyone was Kung-Fo fighting!" He'll get up his hind legs and box with me.
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Date: 2012-03-22 06:24 pm (UTC)lili
ps. can i borrow it?
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Date: 2012-03-22 06:37 pm (UTC)I know all about bunnicide too. I had a sweet and lovable cat named Tigerlily, but she refused to go after mice and birds like a normal cat. No, it was the rabbits as big as her that she brought home. Speaking of which he also can't vomit until after spending a lovely, warm summer day picking up the bunny rabbit scattered all over the driveway (and our driveway was HUGE!). Though I never did find the head... I think Tigerlily had a collection somewhere...
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Date: 2012-03-22 06:39 pm (UTC)"Surrender the bunny."
BWAAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA HEE HEE HOOO HOO HOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
OMG, omg, that's awesome, seriously. I mean, poor bunny, but... was that man seriously offering to wrassle Sisko for the bunny? Because that would have been a huge mistake! Or maybe manfully say, "Drop it!" because, clearly, your dog would obey a complete stranger because he's a MAN??
*dies laughing again*
Oh, GEEZ!! I seriously needed that laugh!! Sisko is awesome, and so are you! (and reading over this, I say "seriously" and "awesome" way too much!)
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Date: 2012-03-23 12:16 am (UTC)I get it a lot at the vet's office from other patrons. I swish in there in platform sandals and I can practically hear the men in their groan and gather up their own animals like I'm going to let Sisko run amok.
That mostly stopped when I had to take in my neighbors pit bull (I was dog-sitting while they were on vacation) and she'd gotten in a fight with some animal during the night and torn her ear. So I take her to the vet and she was bitchy to say the least. The vet brings her back out with a warning that she'd snapped at him and asked if I wanted her muzzled. I just grabbed her by the collar, jerked her around, grabbed her hind leg and flipped her on her side so quickly she actually huffed at me. She submitted pretty quickly and the vet stopped questioning my ability to handle the dogs that I have in my care.
That German lady trained me, too! LOL.
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Date: 2012-03-23 08:42 am (UTC)I was given one of grandmother's rabbit kits to raise and I immediately saw a slight problem. My mom on the other hand took my bunny and had the dogs sniff. As soon as they tried to bite she would say 'NO, Baby' and after about 10 min the dogs ignored the bunny.
We never had to repeat the lesson and when the bunny was older I would take it out of it's hutch to hang out in the dog yard with Dallas and her puppies. The dogs still hunted and killed rabbits but the would curl up and sleep with my bunny.
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Date: 2012-03-22 07:11 pm (UTC)"Barf all over my shoes? FUCKER."
I think I love your dogs. XD
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Date: 2012-03-22 07:44 pm (UTC)Yep. bunnies have to be one of the dumbest animals there are.
Surrender the bunny reminds me of the book Surrender the Pink. Never read it. It's a great title though. Or command.
Oh, and sorry about the shoes.
The cats are appalled
Date: 2012-03-22 10:35 pm (UTC)Yes, I am completely unreasonable about letting canimals who lack the sense God gave a gnat play in traffic.
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Date: 2012-03-23 01:07 am (UTC)That's bloody awesome!
Thankfully, even though we literally lived in the middle of a forest, our dogs rarely brought home fauna. Why would they bother when it came by on its' own? We had bucks, rabbits, coyotes, bears, etc on our front step at various times. And there aren't words to describe the horror of finding a cow inside your (carpeted) family room.
Flora, on the other hand was a nightmare. Wog was a shelty/poodle/maltese/terrier mix - imagine hair the silkiness & thickness of a shelty, but with the curls and growth rate of a poodle. Every single time he stepped one paw out the door he came back matted with the contents of the forest. We got familiar with every twig, bark, leaf, fern, seed & burr native to our area. The poor thing had to spend his entire life shaved practically hairless just to survive. A quick trip to the backyard in winter had him mincing back in, balancing atop all the snowballs embedded in the hair between his toes.
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Date: 2012-03-23 08:30 am (UTC)She bit the foster dog twice, (a German Spitz, medium, who was about an inch or two smaller than her). The second time we were out with 7 other dogs and she nearly killed him. I got him to the vet with barely a minute to spare. I will never forget the aggression and the way she would not let go. She is good with Moms other two dogs, but I will not trust her again ever. It made me more wary about big groups of unknown dogs together - I think I'd go for smaller playdates now.
but fencedin places are definitely of the good.
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