Not everything went smoothly while Greta was visiting. There were a couple of altercations. The first time Greta stayed with us, River was the clear instigator of all altercations. This time around, it varied. River actually seemed to be on really good behavior, but some things just lead to all out dog fights with all three dogs. Thankfully, no dogs were harmed (except for their egos).
The first incident occurred around dinnertime. Since Bear and River’s food is dehydrated, it takes a few minutes to prepare. While they were waiting, I walked out of the room. My mistake. I knew better.
It didn’t take long before I heard the squabble. By the time I got there, mere moments later, River was slinking away, but Bear was on the offense and went after Greta, who was more than willing to defend herself.
I quickly got the situation under control and no harm was done. I finished preparing their dinners and watched while they all ate in peace.
The next incident was a bit more surreal. It was Sunday morning. Bear and River had spent the night taking over my bed. They woke me up around 0700 – a lot earlier than I like to wake up on weekends (why can’t they do that during the week?). Greta, who had slept the night on the dog bed next to me, got up too.
I called the dogs back, not wanting to get up myself. Bear came and proceeded to lick my face.
Not exactly what I had in mind.
Greta came too, and proceeded to jump up on the bed and make herself at home.
Finally, River came. She was a little curious at Greta on the bed and proceeded to stand and sniff her. Greta got up and came face to face with River.
That’s when the growling started.
I don’t know who growled, but River’s body language gave no indication of unhappiness. I called River over, to pull her out of the situation.
She complied….by getting on the dog bed…that Greta had spent the night on.
Greta did not like that and followed River.
The growling continued.
Knowing Greta was being protective of her sleeping spot, I pulled River up onto the bed, hoping that would calm things.
The two of them quickly went at it, and neither was backing down.
At this point, I was in the middle of the fight and that wasn’t good if it got worse. I was able to grab both collars and pull them apart.
That worked. I just had two tense dogs I was trying to hold apart by their collars. A large german shepherd and a shelter dog, who, by the way, wears a break-a-way collar.
I let go of Greta’s collar, trusting her more than River.
She snarled and went for River.
I grabbed her collar again and pulled them apart. Again.
Not knowing who to trust, I kept them apart until I was able to stand up (remember I had been trying to sleep). At that point, I had leverage over both.
That seemed to calm them down.
“Well, so much for sleeping in,” I said to them.
I released them and they happily walked out of the room and followed me downstairs.
If anything, I think it was their plan to get me out of bed.