“Something to Chew On” Charlie Bear with LAA #10

May 10, 2011 at 8:48 am 6 comments

In the big pet store my female peep picked out a bright red harness for me. I stood still while she tried it on to be sure it fit. I felt like a baby wearing it, but what could I do. The cashier adored me (of course) and gave me a treat, but my hackles were up from that mishap with the Boxer. I was watching for him, but he was smart and kept away from me.

The ride home in the car was great. I put my paws on the armrest by the passenger side door and left little breath imprints on the window. The female peep wouldn’t roll the window down. She said something about not wanting me to jump out. Heck, I wouldn’t do that, would I?

When we got home she seemed super proud of her purchase and we walked into the family room where the male peep was in his chair, the big dog by his side. I saw them both, and then the big dog walked toward me. That’s when it happened.

I lunged at him. I’d had it at the pet store with that Boxer dog and still wanted a confrontation. I snarled at the big dog, grabbed at his throat, and tried to bite him. He didn’t have much time to react, I took him by complete surprise, but my female peep came running.

FEMALE PEEP: “Charlie Bear, what are you doing?”

She grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, pulled me away from the big dog, and gave me one of those questioning looks. I don’t know why I did it. All I can say is that the fur was up on the back of my neck, literally, after the female peep grabbed me, and I was looking for a fight.

MALE PEEP: “What’s the matter with him?”

FEMALE PEEP: “I don’t know, but this has got to stop.”

She was right. I had to learn to reign in my outrageous behavior. But I’m sad to report it wasn’t the last time this happened.

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NOTE: If you want to catch up with what happened in LBA (Life Before Adoption), you can look under “Charlie Chat” on the right. All the posts are there, and these new ones about LAA (Life After Adoption) will be there too. Watch for more of Something to Chew On by me, Charlie Bear, in the weeks ahead.

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  • 1. toasty redhead  |  May 14, 2011 at 2:06 pm

    I agree 100%

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    • 2. bjtaylorblog  |  May 15, 2011 at 12:52 pm

      Thanks for commenting, Redhead!
      Charlie Bear

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  • 3. Alice  |  May 12, 2011 at 12:05 pm

    Ahhh Charlie Bear i told you we had some mental telepethy for i tried that this morning when my peep mom carried me out bright & early to pee, but what i saw was not another animal but the garbage pick up truck; my peep mom told me they did not have my favorite bone in it but i thought they did til we went back in the house and i saw it right where i had left it the day before, so, Charlie Bear i guess we need to learn to trust our peeps better and control our instincts til we grow up some more; then maybe we’ll not need them as much. Well as i say i’ll ‘See You On The Flip Side Next Time.’
    From;
    Beaugie.

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    • 4. bjtaylorblog  |  May 12, 2011 at 7:15 pm

      Dear Beaugie,
      Those garbage trucks are behemoths! Ours is big, bright blue, lumbers down the street screeching and screaming and dumping and tossing. Man, what an assault on our serenity! They do eat bones. I’ve seen them.
      You stay sane on the flip side, Beaugie.
      Woofs,
      Charlie Bear

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  • 5. sara  |  May 10, 2011 at 9:02 am

    I know why it happened Charlie. The level of hormornes that flood ones body during an aggressive outburst such as the one you had with the boxer do not subside for up to several days. You still have them surging through your little tenacious self when you got home and saw Rex sitting next to your Daddy. Not an excuse for that behavior mind you. But, it is an explanation.

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    • 6. bjtaylorblog  |  May 10, 2011 at 9:16 am

      Dear Foster Mom,
      You are so right. Thank you for reminding me of that. I’m trying really hard not to let those levels of hormones spike so I don’t get myself in trouble.
      Thank you for raising me, and for understanding and loving me in spite of all my craziness!
      Doggie Hugs,
      Charlie Bear

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