rabbitsfizz
Well-Known Member
OK, a lot has been happening this last week so I did not post this at the time. And, to be quite honest, I was a little shaken up emotionally, too. Physically, I am totally wrecked, still having a little trouble walking. For those of you who do not know, I have M.E, one side effect of which is to make you walk like a drunken duck, BUT only[/i] some of the time- and it kicks in when it feels like it so I can walk half way round the ring and then suddenly acquire rubber legs.
But I digress.
I have two Dobergirls.
On Sunday (I think it was Sunday
) as I was trying to get finished before it got dark, the brown one decided she was going to take the black ones bone and when the black one, quite reasonably said "NO" the brown one was very very rude to her. The black one snapped the brown one snapped back and suddenly I had WW3 erupting all over my yard.
At one point I actually lugged them apart.
(Please bear in mind that each of these dogs weighs slightly more than me)
I quickly found out that it is not actually physically possible for a Hobbit to hold two Dobergirls at arms length.
Not because I am not strong enough (although nowadays I am not) but because there is actually more neck on a Doberperson than there is arm on a Hobbit so they were able to continue their fight but now I was firmly in the middle of it.
I let go of both and stepped smartly back.
It is a little foolhardy to stand in the middle of a battle field when both side are about to charge!!
Anyway the adrenalin was flowing by now, in everyone(not to mention the blood, which was starting to splatter gently across me)
So I decided to get two lead ropes and tie one dog up and winch the other one off it.
I had tried hitting them with various things but thay did not even pause.
At one point I did actually hear myself shout,
"stop that at once, this behaviour is totally unacceptable"
I really MUST learn to swear properly
My lead ropes were in the caravan, so I walked down the yard, through the gate into the middle yard and started across it .
Upon which the Doberpeople, noticing that I had gone, decided to join me.
They actually overtook me.
They had decided, obviously, not to actually end the fight so they rolled past me like a sort of Dober- Catherine wheel, still snarling and snapping and attempting to sever bits of each other.
I have to tell you by this time I was becoming exhausted.
I picked one dog up by it's collar, but by this time they were beginning to resemble a Siamese Dog, with one sort of interlocked head and two bodies so they both came up together, a doggie version of "buy one get one free".
Finally they parted for a moment and I fell upon them screeching hysterically and kicking everything within reach (the caravan, the shovel, my other leg)
I was covered in mud from the times I had fallen over and a little bloody, some of it mine.
But at least I had re-established control!!
I have had strong words with them since then,(Like "shelter" and who feeds you??") but have no doubt they have at least one more "go" in them before this is actually resolved.
One poor started lady passing my gate was treated to me rounding on them when I heard a growl shouting
"You are not top bitch around here, I am top bitch around here. HOW DARE YOU!!"
The Dobes listened but the lady fled.
The Dobes are fine, by the way, a couple of anti-inflammatories, some antibiotics and a soothing bath and they were fine!!!
I have to tell you that, exhausted though I was, the ricked neck, sprained shoulder, extreme lower back pain and inability to convince my legs to remain working properly are all actually caused by getting the bl**dy dogs into the bl**dy bath, rather than any real injury sustained during the fight.
But I digress.
I have two Dobergirls.
On Sunday (I think it was Sunday
At one point I actually lugged them apart.
(Please bear in mind that each of these dogs weighs slightly more than me)
I quickly found out that it is not actually physically possible for a Hobbit to hold two Dobergirls at arms length.
Not because I am not strong enough (although nowadays I am not) but because there is actually more neck on a Doberperson than there is arm on a Hobbit so they were able to continue their fight but now I was firmly in the middle of it.
I let go of both and stepped smartly back.
It is a little foolhardy to stand in the middle of a battle field when both side are about to charge!!
Anyway the adrenalin was flowing by now, in everyone(not to mention the blood, which was starting to splatter gently across me)
So I decided to get two lead ropes and tie one dog up and winch the other one off it.
I had tried hitting them with various things but thay did not even pause.
At one point I did actually hear myself shout,
"stop that at once, this behaviour is totally unacceptable"
I really MUST learn to swear properly
My lead ropes were in the caravan, so I walked down the yard, through the gate into the middle yard and started across it .
Upon which the Doberpeople, noticing that I had gone, decided to join me.
They actually overtook me.
They had decided, obviously, not to actually end the fight so they rolled past me like a sort of Dober- Catherine wheel, still snarling and snapping and attempting to sever bits of each other.
I have to tell you by this time I was becoming exhausted.
I picked one dog up by it's collar, but by this time they were beginning to resemble a Siamese Dog, with one sort of interlocked head and two bodies so they both came up together, a doggie version of "buy one get one free".
Finally they parted for a moment and I fell upon them screeching hysterically and kicking everything within reach (the caravan, the shovel, my other leg)
I was covered in mud from the times I had fallen over and a little bloody, some of it mine.
But at least I had re-established control!!
I have had strong words with them since then,(Like "shelter" and who feeds you??") but have no doubt they have at least one more "go" in them before this is actually resolved.
One poor started lady passing my gate was treated to me rounding on them when I heard a growl shouting
"You are not top bitch around here, I am top bitch around here. HOW DARE YOU!!"
The Dobes listened but the lady fled.
The Dobes are fine, by the way, a couple of anti-inflammatories, some antibiotics and a soothing bath and they were fine!!!
I have to tell you that, exhausted though I was, the ricked neck, sprained shoulder, extreme lower back pain and inability to convince my legs to remain working properly are all actually caused by getting the bl**dy dogs into the bl**dy bath, rather than any real injury sustained during the fight.
