The above saying was coined by my friend Vicki one day at the Humane Society of Gallatin Valley after an incident occurred involving Queen, one of our long-stay Rottweilers. Queen had exacted a rather violent act of revenge on another shelter dog, Mate, who seemed to have a knack for irritating all the other canine tenants at the shelter. I’m not sure what Mate said to the other dogs in his flurry of intense barks as they passed by his kennel, though I suspect it was far from friendly and likely would have made a sailor blush. I just know that none of the dogs liked Mate, especially Queen.
Little 85 pound Queen loved her tires |
Thankfully, Mate was fine outside of a small cut on his muzzle, and he was adopted a few weeks later, allowing the shelter to return to normalcy, if there is such a thing in the animal care world. Now, what is important to understand about the altercation is that Queen was friendly to all of the other dogs in the shelter, and I used her regularly to teach kids in elementary schools about dog behavior. She really was a good dog, except when it came to Mate.
Vicki’s bit of wisdom that day has been proven true time and time
again in my life. Not only do female Rottweilers hold a grudge but they are
jealous, spiteful creatures who are not afraid to express their cantankerous
behavior or their angst at a particular situation.
When I first started teaching dog behavior and handling classes, I was only doing so for regional animal shelters. When I was asked to do a class for a large veterinary clinic and boarding facility in Laurel, Montana, I was honored and a bit concerned, as I knew my audience would be experts in dogs, at least in the medical aspects. Thankfully, the class went well and those that attended were impressed with my material and how well-behaved my dogs, Mickey and Griz, were during the demonstrations. Now, I should have known that Mickey was angry at me for being used during the handling demos. She gave me ‘the look’ several times when I led her out in front of the class. At the end of the class, before leaving for the two-hour drive home, I let Mickey and Griz out into one of the big exercise areas of the facility so they could relieve themselves. I watched both dogs do their business and then loaded them up to leave. Upon arriving home, I offered to let the dogs out into my backyard so they could relieve themselves again, but Mickey just looked me right in the eye and then urinated in the middle of my living room. Please note that Mickey had been with me for almost seven years at that point, was fully house trained, and could hold her bladder for ten hours if needed. What she did was deliberate and a very clear message to me. I heard her loud and clear, and never again did I use her in my demonstrations.
When I first started teaching dog behavior and handling classes, I was only doing so for regional animal shelters. When I was asked to do a class for a large veterinary clinic and boarding facility in Laurel, Montana, I was honored and a bit concerned, as I knew my audience would be experts in dogs, at least in the medical aspects. Thankfully, the class went well and those that attended were impressed with my material and how well-behaved my dogs, Mickey and Griz, were during the demonstrations. Now, I should have known that Mickey was angry at me for being used during the handling demos. She gave me ‘the look’ several times when I led her out in front of the class. At the end of the class, before leaving for the two-hour drive home, I let Mickey and Griz out into one of the big exercise areas of the facility so they could relieve themselves. I watched both dogs do their business and then loaded them up to leave. Upon arriving home, I offered to let the dogs out into my backyard so they could relieve themselves again, but Mickey just looked me right in the eye and then urinated in the middle of my living room. Please note that Mickey had been with me for almost seven years at that point, was fully house trained, and could hold her bladder for ten hours if needed. What she did was deliberate and a very clear message to me. I heard her loud and clear, and never again did I use her in my demonstrations.
My girl Mickey taught me a lot about how Rotties hold a grudge |
Belle and I on one of many road trips together |
My ever jealous Carly |
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