You ruled the roost from the beginning, but being raised with Chigger you learned how to get along with dogs. Left to your own devices in the apartment you developed your mean streak. Hiding underneath the table and whipping out with claws so sharp that they caught air but still cut our legs...oh you were an evil one. *heart* Destroying rolls of paper towels or toilet paper and trailing the shredded paper all over the place; you particularly like the rolls wrapped in plastic. The day Tim and I fashioned a harness leash out of some rope, strapped it around you and carried you out to the woods surrounding the apartment...dang that was hilarious! Slinking close to the ground, ears laid back yet fascinated by the sights, sounds, and smells...priceless.
|Lilly and Booger's first meeting|
-tape on the paws, scrunchie around the middle, tape down your nose, string tied to the end of your tail, plastic bag looped around your tail (*THAT* is a fun one too do), and the love-hate relationship you had with the Lilly-dog. You ruled the roost until Lilly came along, yet you patiently endured her puppy attacks and let her think she was the "Queen in Resi-dahnce". Then you learned how to fight back and tell her who was reallly the boss around here. But then the two of you struck an uneasy truce that at least allowed you to share the bed on a rare occasion.
|Classic Booger "B!tch-slap"|
|This didn't happen very often|
Buck was brought into our family two years after Lilly was and you really didn't waste any time letting him know who the boss was and who ran the show. You loved chasing after him in the house because you sensed his goofiness and willingness to rough and tumble back.
|After a rough and tumble session|