The Big Baby

This weekend we visited a relative who recently adopted two Weimaraners from a rescue shelter.  A willful and stubborn female who's sole purpose was to hunt the terrified Ozzie and a giant male who thought he could win the hearts of our suddenly tiny looking pack with his handsome looks.   Many a dog has tried to break into our little trio but they remain tight-knit and unbending, and rebuff the greetings of nearly every other dog.

Cee Cee, the alpha will sniff and decide if the new dog can proceed into the pack.  The answer is always "no".  If they disregard her, Willie will run behind me and Ozzie will run to the nearest sanctuary regardless of who, or where that is.  If Oz gets cornered by another dog, he snaps his ineffective little teeth in a great show of silent strength as he totally forgets the growling part of the warning.  If this doesn't work he eventually melts into a puddle, his teeth chattering like a wind-up denture toy.  I wish I had it on video, because it's quite comical, poor guy.

Willie might let out a warning bark, which must sound like "lets play" because nary a dog has backed down from it.  He then snaps the air once or twice and then thrusts his nose at the offender, his final - "you get back now" move.  Cee Cee will have moved in by this point and will either accept the dog (rarely) or she'll snap with her very effective teeth and then be in trouble.  And you can't blame them, they have done their best to get away or warn away outsiders, but aren't very effective communicators.



CC is growling, but Gun doesn't mind

 In any case, we were visiting on Weim territory this weekend so after the initial "hello" by the Weims and "OH NO" by the pack of tiny terrors, they elected to sleep under a blanket and hide the day away.  Fine, everyone was happy....except the big male, who tried his best to become a wee pack member.  He was so sweet and Cee Cee was just not having it. 





Ozzie's hideout...



Sneaking closer to the sleeping Oz....