Sibling Rivalry Ongoing

Oh boy! I haven't had a chance to update this blog.  It's not work that has been killing me, thankfully. I think I'm able to manage doing enough vs. slaving over work.

The truth is, taking care of 7 dogs is e-x-h-a-u-s-t-i-n-g!!! 

They're all grown up. Whatever we haven't taught or trained them to do, it takes longer for them to absorb now. At almost year 1 and year 2 1/2, our dogs have minds of their own.  Sometimes, they really refuse to listen. 

And they've really been testing my patience. 

For instance... we've had our rounds of quarrels between two pups (now grown dogs). Sibling rivalry and the fight for dominance has escalated between Frasier and Bob, that they've actually ended up getting injured. It's enough to have us so worried. If we're not vigilant and obsessive about this, one of them is bound to wear a muzzle.

On my last count, Frasier has been wounded on the face in three different instances, while Bob wasn't able to open his eyes for a day one time, coz Frasier had bitten it badly. 

Frasier is very aggressive. I've seen him in action. One time, he held on to Bob's ear flap and tugged it so hard, in a fit of anger, that we couldn't pry them apart. He's pissed at his brother. Over what? I just don't know yet.  Bob's very good at pissing Frasier off with something as simple as walking in front of him. Maybe it's the way Bob walks. (He walks funny, in fact.) Or the smell of him. Something rubs Frasier the wrong way.

As I'm writing this entry, Frasier is again pissed at Bob and is barking at him. Bob wouldn't be bullied and stands on guard, ready to attack. I don't know who started this. But I'm keeping a watchful eye.

Most days, these two don't see eye to eye. And literally, they shouldn't. Once their eyes meet, a brawl happens next. But some days? It's like nothing happened. 

I read somewhere that with dogs, the master shouldn't treat sibling rivalry the way one would handle it with children. 

In children, parents are supposed to not pick favorites; siblings are to be loved equally and treated equally. It's not the case with dogs, apparently. The parent is supposed to favor someone, so that the rest of the pack can look up to that favored dog and follow his lead. 

So, what this reading suggested is that I have to find out between Frasier and Bob who the Alpha Dog is, and treat that one better. Meaning, I have to give to that dog food first or greet him first before the other one. I have to establish his dominance over the other dog. Once that is recognized, the rivalry will stop.

It doesn't sound easy. 

First of all, I do not know who is more alpha between Frasier and Bob. Bob is bigger, so it would appear he's more dominant.  Second, they're both aggressive. And they both fight back. So, I don't know who has more grit on him to say he's more Alpha.

But I experimented and tried to show the two I was favoring Frasier over Bob. My basis? Very simple, actually. Frasier was minutes older. He's basically "Kuya" by 20 or something minutes to Bob. Ha-ha! So, I give Frasier food, water and attention first over Bob. 

Something did happen. Yes, the fighting did stop. 

Bob didn't seem bothered that I was favoring Frasier. And it could be because Bob's kinda slow (more on that later), so he has no idea what is really going on. 

But there was a noticeable change in Frasier's behavior.

During those days when I was putting Frasier first over Bob, he hardly got pissed at him. He would only stand or sit by my side when Bob would pass, sometimes with a smug look on his face, as if saying --- "I can rise above you, twit. I can show the lady, I'm more mature than you are."

But there were no fights. 

And no one was injured. 

Ahhh, peace at last?

Not quite.

A couple of days ago, Bob was able to catch a tiny, tiny mouse in our kitchen. By doing that, he received all praises from his human Dad. And all the other dogs saw how happy Dad was with Bob's "accomplishment".

And after that happened, whatever "experiment" I've been trying to do failed and now we're back to zero: Frasier and Bob are fighting again. 

And what I really need at this point?  Is my time out from all of these.

Think it's hard to curb sibling rivalry with children? It's so much harder with dogs. :P

Bob's Penis Won't Retract and I Panicked!

Got your attention, didn't I? (see title)

Now sit down and let me tell you what happened. *breathe in, breathe out*.

Although, I have to say that I was frantic not a few minutes back, when I saw that Bob's penis was all the way out. He was trying to hump one of his brothers. It seems the dog is in heat.

It was long. That...thing! About 3-4 inches longer than it should be. And what's weirder? The balls were also out!

So, there it was....hanging. I would've taken a picture. For posterity. Haha. But it's a good thing I didn't because then I'd have to switch this blog and report it for "sexually explicit content". And also, it would gross you out.

Anyways...

I panicked when I saw it.  Bob couldn't sit nor stand straight. I tried massaging him behind his ears to calm him, because I wasn't sure what he was feeling. It must have hurt. That thing was...abnormal! So it should be hurting.

But for all I know, he may be enjoying it.

Yeow.....I don't know!

So, I googled it up. I wasn't even sure what I'd Google. I didn't know what words to use. I tried: dog penis all the way out. Then dog penis won't go back. Then dog penis won't retract. (Oh boy, all this use of "penis" on this blog entry is going to attract perverts to this blog!!!) 

Whatever Google returned from my search, nothing registered when I was trying to read it. I was worried sick about Bob and feared that thing stays stuck and we'd have to go to the vet for an operation.

One of my searches gave me this:

Did it say "PUSH IT BACK"?? I'd have to hold that thing myself???

I then called my son to the rescue.  I couldn't say it in words, so I pointed IT at him. My son only saw that Bob was licking his thing and had a partial view of the, uh... exposure. But he got it right away and nonchalantly said, "Ahhhh, Mom. That's normal."

Come again?

"He has done it before."

He what?! When? Why? What?!

"You and Dad were out and Daphne was in heat and they were going crazy. It happened to the other dogs, too."

Ha?!!!!  So this is normal? Did you see how long that thing is???

"It's normal. Google it up, Mom."

"Can you google it up and find the answers? I tried but I don't understand what I read. Ang haba kasi parang abnormal. It was this long, nak!" *motioned with my fingers to emphasize IT WAS THIS LONG* 

My son said, as any teenager would apparently say when he can't say the right words --- "Weh?"

Anyway, while Sean and I were still talking about what happened, Bob's penis miraculously went back to normal. I was relieved beyond anything!

"Mom, he looks tired..." noticed Sean. I didn't know what to say. I think we just witnessed a masturbating dog or something.

See pecker...gone.

All better now.

I've got something to ask the Vet next time we see him.

I Don't Do Photoshoots! Nor Kisses! Can I Bite You Instead?

By contrast (to Eddie), we can never quite see Bob being affectionate. It doesn't suit his built and personality. He's distant and would never do those cute antics. He doesn't do "puppy-dog eyes" like this one:

This cuteness? It's beyond him.

I've tried many times to ask for a kiss from Bob, but the dog would just look at my face blankly. I even did the "pweeze" face at him and I'm pretty sure in his mind he's saying, "Ano ka te, hilo???"

He would, however, come up close to Philip and wag his tail at him. When I say "up close", I mean IN YOUR FACE close. Like inches apart. Like someone near-sighted trying very hard to look at your face. It's his favorite thing to do, I think because we'd see him do this regularly. And only to his human-dad. And only when he sees his dad working on something in his laptop.

The other thing about Bob? I could never get a decent picture of him. NEVER.

This set was taken this morning, since I'm working my way to introducing the pets on this blog. And see? Not one decent shot of his gorgeous face:

No to paparazzi!

This dog also bites. Whenever he's excited, he'd bite. Albeit, playfully.

The cable guys were here a few days ago, and the dogs were following them around, Bob included. At one point, I heard one of  the cable guys said, "Ayayayayay!!"  Bob apparently jumped at him to nibble his hand. When I scolded him, he was looking at the cable guy and he seemed to say, "C'mon, dude. I was just playing with you!"

Now that biting and jumping? Bob thinks *that* is cute.