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Sisterhood of the Traveling Pack, or I’ll Never Understand Females

Just when I thought I had a fairly good handle on the various personalities, positions, and alignments of my pack I get blindsided by aberrant female behavior. Now those of you who are long-time readers of my blog, know of my grudging tolerance /respect for Lizzie. You also know that after nearly three years of living with her I have a pretty clear understanding of how she functions, which is with serious limitations! So, it came as a huge shock when the most recent events unfolded.

This weekend on the Cape was unremarkable in that no parties or outings were scheduled, and we were, for the most part, at home relaxing. On one such day, our little hedgehog Lizzie discovered a neglected marrowbone, still filled with much marrow and redolent of its earthy nest in the yard. She, quietly and unobtrusively, proceeded to work on its juicy treasures, seemingly unnoticed by the rest of the pack. Daphne, however, the nine-month old Frenchie and the bane of my existence, caught a glimpse of this activity and moved over swiftly to take control of said bone. Out of nowhere, with the ferocity of a cougar and the roar of a lion, Lizzie sprang for her. I must say that Daphne and I have gone at one another many times since our arrival, with neither of us backing down, but in this instance she retreated, looking confused and bewildered. Not convinced this was a real response from Lizzie, Daphne again approached and received the same warning. Imagine, dear reader, a very small, round, shy and foolish little pug with probably about five teeth in her head, terrifying a fearless French bulldog. I felt certain I was mistaken in what I had witnessed.

But lo, again a very interesting scene unfolded, involving the three females. Each morning the three of them hop up in an overstuffed chair and do a three-way wrestling activity that can go on for fifteen or twenty minutes. It is fascinating to watch…just the three females…in a very intense but loving ballet. This morning, however, Daphne got a little too intense with Cecily, who then took the maternal role of chastising her a bit with stronger bites and some high-pitched howling. Again, surprising this old veteran of dog play/fights, Lizzie jumped on Cecily’s back, wrapping both front paws around her and began to lick her ears and face in an attempt to comfort her. She sensed how upset Cecily was with Daphne’s rough play. I cannot understand, for the life of me, how these three consistently play, fight, comfort, and then repeat it all again! What is it about being a female that allows such an incredible mood change? Females are the final frontier for this old male.

And there you have it… an observation from a venerable vantage point.

Respectfully submitted,

Mason

Here is how it begins...

And then it escalates a bit.

And then they are all "lovey dovey." Go figure.

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A Pug and His Pride

 

 

I don’t know about you, dear reader, but that Lizzie can sound so insipid sometimes. Because I am a generous pug by nature, I thought that I was doing her a big favor by letting her vent a little, but she writes this saccharine drivel that just makes me want to boot! I know, I know, she means well but she needs to toughen up a bit…

At any rate, not wanting to turn into the Andy Rooney of pugs, I need to bring up one more subject that has been plaguing me for years…and that is the “pocket pug” thing. Now it doesn’t bother me because, quite frankly, I don’t see it or feel it. But every time we go out, people feel compelled to say, “OHHHHH, they are sooooo cute and tiny” or, “I’ve never seen such LITTLE pugs in my life” or, “Are they miniature pugs?” After all of these years, I’ve reached a saturation point. I have never felt anything resembling the little pug syndrome and I wish people wouldn’t assume that just because I’m small I’m in some way disadvantaged or diminished. No one would think that if they had seen me back in my Boston days, leading Newfies and Bouvier des Flandres  by their leashes at the dog park. I’ve stood up to and held my own against Bull Mastiffs. I am just a naturally gregarious alpha male pug,and size has nothing do with it!

 Okay, folks, I get it…I’m cute, but don’t forget I am also a male with the neck of a bull and the heart of a lion.

Until I vent again,

 

Respectfully submitted,

 

Mason

 

As you can see, dear readers, I am a fierce looking pug.

As you can see, dear readers, I am a fierce looking pug.

 


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