Portia, No!

She did it again. She went ape-shit and attacked Rocky over the broken crumbs of some dog cookie. It’s like she’s back in the wild and if she doesn’t get that crumb, she will starve to death, on the spot, and keel over.
Jenge tried to grab her and failed. I am generally the muscle in this situation as a) I have no fear of getting in the midst of a fight (sorry, mum, don’t want to worry you, but it’s true) and b) I will grab whatever part of a dog I can and pull it to break the fight up, while walking away with said part of a dog clutched in my grasp. Jenge always tries to go for the collar or the waist. I do not waste time trying to get such a grip. I’ve learned you can pull a 50lb malamute off a 22lb sheltie as long as you have part of an ear and a tail. And a tail is usually all you can grab. And then she gets put in her kennel for an hour and ignored (as instructed by my vet who said “Be decisive!! Be in control! And don’t fall for crying!!” My lip quivered and I sniffed and said, “okay.”)

Mum says I should find some nice place in the country for her, and that she’s too big. But she’s my baby and I love her!! She only goes ape-shit once every six months or so and just when you have forgotten the last time, she does it again.


Poor Rocky. He’s been hiding in Jenge’s room most of the night.

It’s time to go back to the Dog Whisperer, Larry, and see what he has to say.