Does this look like the face of a savage beast? I didn't think so until last night, but read on...
This is a little story with lots of words and no pictures...
As I am sure most of you are aware, we have been suffering from relentlessly hot and icky weather here in Massachusetts. Subsequently, I have been loath to do too much outside activity with the dogs and they get kind of wound up.
Last night, around 6PM I decided that it was cool enough for some back yard fun; tennis ball, agility, training. Given that it was almost two hours since the dogs had dined, I knew they were OK to move about (don't want anybody to bloat). After about 15 minutes, time to stop. Both dogs hot.
In we go and I am happily reading blogs when Dexter makes signs that he is going to throw up. Uh oh. Out we all go and sure enough, Dexter spews out an entire belly full of kibble. No worries, these things happen. But then he starts eating it and I think, "well, that isn't really appropriate." I approach him to shoo him away so I can scoop up the mess and he growls at me. Oh my. With a stern, "leave it" I continue my approach and the little dude loses his mind. With a fierce "AR AR AR" he makes to lunges at me at which point I retreat and he continues to nosh down his barf with his body hunched and his eyes rolling in my direction, emitting growls whenever I get within three feet.
Mango seats himself a good 20 ft. off to observe. No fool he. I am flummoxed. My sweet little lab who has never growled at me is suddenly acting like a wild animal protecting his kill. This cannot be allowed. More stern words from me, but his body language and growling keep me from daring to grab his collar.
What to do? I pick up the hula hoop, but Mango interprets this as a restart of training time. Given that I don't think now would be a good moment for Mango to be bouncing near Pea, I drop the hoop and cast my eyes about.
Ah ha! I grab a pole off one of our agility jumps (a pole which my heretofore carefree and happy lab had been jumping over). Using the pole, I lever the surprisingly strong little dude away and position myself between the barf and the devil dog. "SIT!" I command and down goes his bottom, but he is staring me right in the eye with the most evil expression. I stare right back and hold my ground. Now we have half eaten barf, me, and Dexter in a stand-off (or sit off in this case).
After a time, the glazed expression leaves Dexter's face. I cautiously remove myself from between him and the nommy leftovers and use my most sternest voice to caution him to "leave it!" He looks at the barf, looks at me, but I can tell that I have won the day. Further and further I go from the barf with him circling and glancing at me but not approaching it. By the time I get far enough away to grab the poop scooper and bucket, he has wandered off ten feet or so and is pee'ing with a big grin on his little black face. Back I go to scoop up what I can of the leftovers. One suspicious looking matted object about an inch in diameter, but now is not the time to play barf detective.
I succeed in going to the back of the yard to dump the remnants and as I return, Dexter comes running across the yard to me, big labragrin on his face, all wiggling and jiggling. Happy, sane dog has returned. As we saunter about the yard, he does not even give the yummy barf scented area a second glance.
We return inside. Order has been restored.
All dogs as if nothing happened. Me, hoping that the odor from the poop scooper has rendered the remaining bits of barf inedible and scratching my head over the sudden transformation of my pal from affectionate, easy going chap to scary resource guarding psycho pup.
Mind you I had just given him his monthly heart worm pill, so I need to assume that he ate that, but since I am thinking barf is kind of last in, first out, his pill might have gone into the poop pile. Whatever.
I am going to chalk this up to over exercising in hot weather. But seriously, never seen resource guarding like that from him.
And there you have it.