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Saturday, March 02 2013


Aja is settling in nicely, but her first day to meet the pack was touch and go. (literally) Because we have so many dogs it's necessary to pair them off into sub-packs so they can still live like dogs and have family time with us. In order to accomplish this, Aja needed a friend. The obvious candidate was Ranger the Blue Heeler. He has social skills, and he's tough enough to handle a big girl like Aja.


What Aja lacked in social skills, she made up for in exuberance.

 I think Ranger's facial expression pretty much sums it up here.

But he soon got things under control and began to teach Aja the subtle art of play.

 "I chase you."

 "You chase me."

Now this worked out well. Ranger has taught lots of puppies and is both tough and patient. The next best candidate as a playmate for Aja was Dillon. The problem was that although Dillon has lots of doggy social skills because he was raised in a large pack, he has never accepted a new member into the pack and was initially afraid and hostile. After watching her for a day or so, we tried them together.

 Dillon immediately ran and got his stick. Actually, it's more like a club.  He and Oli wrestle with this club. There is a real art to this. If you don't grab it when he swings it, you WILL get konked with the end.

 Oli has it all figured out. It's a good way for them to blow off steam without getting too physical.

Unfortunately Aja didn't understand the game. She just wanted him to drop the club and wrestle with her like Ranger does. As you can see from his hackles, Dillon was more than a little frightened of her "Baby Huey" antics.

And then he discovered the perfect way to deal with an overenthusiastic playmate. When he swings his head toward her, the end of the club smacks the crap out of Aja. She either gets out of the way, grabs the club, or gets the s@*t whacked out of her.

Girlfriend never did learn not to rush up and try to pounce him, so she took lots of smacks with the club.

 "Dad! He won't play right!"


I'm happy to report that after a week, she is fitting in well. She and Ranger are best buddies and she plays with Dillon too. Aja still hasn't figured out the club game, but she doesn't get smacked as much now, and he isn't as afraid of her.  After much study, I've come to the conclusion that he actually smacks the crap out of her on purpose. When she gets too rough, he swings that club and lets her have it.

"Alright Sister, try it again!"


Posted by: forensicfarmgirl AT 08:11 am   |  Permalink   |  3 Comments  |  Email
When I saw the post title, I was thinking "social club"--like the bridge club, or the chess club. But, reading the post I see you mean the alternative definition. ;-D Glad she's settlin' in so well, and has made a couple of friends.
Posted by EvenSong on 03/02/2013 - 10:05 AM
Love the photo essay. Can see it like a film. My Maverick [6 year old Maremma] kept us and our parked cars safe from a group of young blokes (men) out to cause mischief at 1 am in morning. He put on splendid show of "make my day" left pretty quickly in their "utes" utility trucks. We are isolated dirt road
Posted by Liz (Vic Aust) on 03/02/2013 - 04:15 PM
Many, many posts of yours make me laugh but this one made me laugh the loudest yet!
Posted by Terri's Pal on 03/02/2013 - 10:26 PM

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