The Tail of a Passive Agressive Pup

So, remember when I told you that our windshield had cracked. Again. The guy came out to replace it on last Friday. He had already been out once and laughed (after finding out it was all bluff) at Rocky's Cujo-like response behind our glass door. So he wasn't concerned when he saw it once again.

But Rocky was determined to make him a believer and, what's more, felt that we just weren't listening to him let us know that THERE'S A STRANGER IN OUR DRIVEWAY! So, for the 45 minutes that he was there, Rocky kept up a constant litany of barking, growling, and whining.

Now, the Chick has always believed, at least where our animals are concerned, that she is the Dog Whisperer reborn and that she can make them do what none of us can. She is so sure of this that she is constantly picking them up and carrying them off to her room "where they'll behave for her." Or she will start giving them commands even though we already have and then claim credit for the resulting behavior. It's kind of like when a dog comes in exhausted and makes his little lie down circle before curling up. She's the one who says, "Lay down" a few seconds before the dog actually does and then claims "See, he listens to me." She doesn't do that as much now that she's a little more grown but she still seems to believe she has some magical mind meld/obedience thing going with them.

So after about 10 minutes of his little orchestra at the window man, she waltzed into the living room, grabbed him up, and carried him off to her room closing the door. Unfortunately for her, Rocky was too worked up and he was having none of it.

I heard frenzied scratching at her bedroom door and barking. Then not five minutes after she carried him in there, I heard her yell.

"Rocky"
"No, no"
"Bad dog! Bad dog!"
"No no!"

Then I heard the door open and out she walked with him in hand. Straight to the back door where she promptly let him outside. And then to the laundry room to grab a rag and clean up the VERY wet spot she now had in front of her bedroom door.

I guess he figured out the old "more than one way to skin a cat" thing that day.

And I don't think the Chick has tried to confine him to her room again yet.