We had an impromptu and unexpected (very muddy!) playdate here today: my Molly, Billy, our next-door Golden Retriever Charley, and two of my daughter's friends with their two Corgis.
Billy, definitely THE MAN, was the only
male...and, of course, the smallest!
You might remember that last week, Billy defended Molly's honor by peeing through the fence onto Henry, the vagabond mutt of our neighborhood. We haven't seen hide-nor-hair of Henry since then.
However, with five dogs in our yard, I think Henry heard the call of the wild, and he suddenly appeared again on the other side of the fence. L'il Billy took one look, and he was off to the races, RLH all the way to the back, where he stood up on his hind legs, barked his little yippy-bark, and did not stand down to Henry, who actually looked a little trepidatious, probably remembering Billy's mighty pee at their last meeting!
Billy was NOT
going to let Henry stay anywhere near this place, and despite Henry's hulking frame and VERY loud barking, Henry really started to edge backward (because Billy does truly believe that he, himself, weighs 90 pounds...not NINE!). Henry kept lunging and backing away, but Billy didn't budge.
Finally, Henry backed up about four feet from the fence, lifted his leg, peed, and then ran for his life!
We KNOW Billy was thinking, "You wuss! Four feet would NOT
be a problem for ME!" Once more, Billy saves the day! (AND all four of the damsels in distress!)