sigh

We have a great dane, Yasmin. Yaz for short. I love her. She's a sweetheart. She's also no spring chicken. She will be 8 years old the end of Feb, which is pretty up there in dane years.  She loved PJ when he was tiny, liked him when he was bigger, and for the most part enjoys playing with him now that he's running around.  However, she does have issues. Namely her food bowl and her bed. We go back and forth with her being ok and not ok with these two areas. I know the problem lies in her idea that she's either higher up or at least equal to PJ in the big scheme of things. For meal times, I try to make a point to have her eat a few kibbles out of PJ's hand before she gets to eat, and then PJ and I spend at least a portion of the meal right next to her. This solves the food problem for the most part.


Bed... grr.  It's rarely an issue I have to address, b/c Peej has way better things going on than to mess with the sleeping dog. haha there's a joke in there. Anyway.... This morning I'm feeling rather shitty- periods do that to a girl- and PJ had free roam of the house- the child proofed rooms, that is.  So, he's off somewhere playing. I hear Yaz let out her mean "I'm going to eat you growl" and a few seconds later PJ cries.  I realize they're in our bedroom and likely in or near her bed.  I rush in there and she's across the room, and already hunkering down b/c she knows she's in trouble. PJ was unharmed. Hurt feelings were the only injuries sustained.  That does not reduce my irritation at the dog. I growl at her, "What is wrong with you?? Go OUT." She scutters out of the bedroom, down the hall and to the back door, with me at her heels reminding her that that was a bad dog thing to do. As she slinks out the back door, I kick her in the ass. Grr. Being hormonal is not helping.


I'm sorry, it's getting hard to focus. This will have to be a short post today.