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In unison, they replied, “The dog!”  I still can’t believe I asked!  What was I thinking?!

We have two dogs; a border collie and a cairn terrier, which is more identified as Toto, from the Wizard of Oz.  Both are oddities of their breeds; our older dog is technically a red/blonde merle because of her liver colored nose.  She has all the recessive traits of the breed; two blue eyes, a lack of herding interest when it doesn’t suit her, and bad knees. 

                                                           

We’ve had her for about 7 years, and estimate she’s about 9 years old.  She’s not the dog that rules the roost.  🙂

Nope, that “honor” goes to our cairn terrier. She was born on Christmas Eve, 2009. Big dog is the dominant dog, she is very patient; more than she needs to be.  And while she is the dominant dog in the canine pack, little dog keeps pushing the envelope. We do have the “bone wars,” when big dog takes the big bone from little dog, but little dog has her way of getting even, like sleeping in big dog’s crate. 

It is hilarious on the one hand and kind of sad on the other, to see the look on big dog’s face when she comes in from the yard and sees little dog sleeping in her bed.  If you have border collies, you know what I say is true: she has this look , “I can’t believe you people are letting her sleep in my bed!  How could you!”  Poor girl.  😆 Both dogs have such great personalities. 

Little dog is also an anomaly for her breed.  Technically, she is a toy breed.  They are supposed to get to be about 10 to 12 pounds, fully grown. Our pup, at 9 months old, was already 19 lbs and some change.  The vet calls her the “great dane” of the breed. She’s considerably longer; this isn’t just a matter of weight.  She’s heavier than usual, but she’s longer than usual, too, and doesn’t look fat or overweight. She’s also more loving than usual for the breed, which we don’t mind, and will demand a lap when she decides it’s time. She also has bad knees, due to thinking she’s a world-class athlete.

                   

Both dogs *love* balls, as you can imagine.  In the backyard, there is a mostly deflated basketball that they love to play with.  While little dog is quite large for her breed, the basketball is easily at least 1/2 as big as she is, which means it’s a riot to watch her drag the thing around.  Today she managed to get it into the house.

If there is one thing to know about me, it’s that the yard stuff needs to stay out.  I cannot handle bringing yard stuff into the house for any duration of time – the house has enough stuff in it as it is, without bringing outside stuff in! Mother listened to the giggling as little dog ran around the house with the large ball, growling and snorting all the while. After a few minute, mother decided it was time for the ball to go back outside, with little dog left inside. Mother repeated her request numerous times, before finally asking in exasperation:

“Who’s the boss in this house?  The people or the dog?!” To which they replied in unison, “The dog!”

As if there was ever any doubt.  😉 😆

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