Kiya's dominance

There is no doubt who the more dominant of dogs in our household is. Sure, S and I are the 'top dogs' - both Kiya and Louie easily submit to us. But between the both of them, Kiya has always been the Queen. Woe betide Louie should he dare piss her off..

That said, Kiya is very patient with Louie. Typical of a four year old, Louie can be truly irritating. E.g. After dinner, Kiya usually curls up next to us on the floor and sleeps. Louie, instead, plays with his toys very animatedly, and all too often, he would 'bounce' the Kong or BusyBuddy Squirrel all over the living room, and it would sometimes bounce off Kiya. He would also leap and jump about within a few centimeters from Kiya's face. Imagine how annoying that is to Kiya!

Still, Kiya can be a real b**ch when it comes to food. Once, when we weren't looking, Kiya silently growled at Louie, baring her fangs. I happened to glance in their direction and realised that Kiya was bullying poor Louie! (warning him not to get close to the treats in the 'Squirrel'). I did not manage to capture her expression (which was shocked us a lot), but here is a close shot:





Louie looking meek.





But of course, when I reprimanded her, Kiya was so contrite she immediately got up, licked her lips, bowed her head, and walked to a corner.


Louie may have a problem with dog aggression, but he sure is being bullied at home sometimes.. S fears for his delicate neck. The next time you meet my dogs, try holding Kiya's and then Louie's neck. You'd understand our fear. It would only take one bite from Kiya...



They sometimes fight for our attention too. If I ignore Kiya to pat Louie, Kiya would almost always roll on her back and try her best to look like a .. I don't know, a cuddly lap dog.





Louie would throw me pitiful expressions, begging for love. (I love Lou's expression here!)





(Here's a random shot of Kiya. She flapped her ears and it rested in a weird way and her fang was showing - she looks like a bat! LOL)





Back to Louie's dog agression problem. He may be dog aggressive, but Louie's a real wimp when it comes to many other things (large dustbins, strangers walking behind him, etc). This is what he did a few days ago when I had with me a large heavy bag -




yeah, he scurried under S' legs.





But he is endearing. I like how Louie sometimes sleeps with his long 'snouty' nose pressed aside.




It doesn't seem to bother him, though it does make me feel uncomfortable.





I'll end off with a few pictures of Kiya begging for belly rubs.

Louie: A police record (and fluff / wool)

It was a routine morning potty walk to the small park at the end of the road when a very exciting thing happened. Person D found it most upsetting, but all I knew was that there was an offleash, very disobedient beagle, which came running in my direction, and that as Person D was struggling to control me and Kiya (she was just straining on the leash with friendly interest and curioisty), I thrashed about as much as I could - and broke free. Scuffles, mad screams from some very stupid women, cuts and scrapes sustained by Person D, bit of a superficial wound on the beagle, sprints around the park - I got a police record. But just a record. No prosecution, and rightly so. I was leashed. The beagle was not. And it ran in MY direction, and did not return to its persons when asked.

This is just for the record. Person D is very, very angry - with me, and with the beagle's persons.

I tried to look angelic for the rest of the day.








That aside, ever since my testes were (surgically) ripped out from me, my testicles have been shrinking. That is not the only side effect. I have been growing fluffy, woolly hair on my thighs and shoulders, and all along my belly. Like this.





Can you see it?





I don't like this woolly hair. My short, smooth hair has always been fuss free, but now when I go for my runs, or lie down on the ground outdoors, I get bits of soil and twigs and dead leaves caught in the fuzz.





Another thing: my tail. Person D loves my tail because she said that she never had a dog with a tail until I came along. She sometimes worry that my tail will get caught in the fan.






These days, it seems like both Persons D and S are gone for long hours in the day. Kiya and I will just sleep in the cool of the kitchen, and we look like dead dogs.




Especially how Kiya sleeps with her tongue sticking out.




But it's time for a run with Person D now!