Imagine with me, wrestling your own small but strong beagle mix along with it's friend a lab-bull mix on a nice walk to the park. You arive all limbs still in socket, and most nerves still intact. You get into the "unleashing area" with a little confusion, but make it ok; unleash; and realease dogs. Marley goes dashing off to meet other dogs as usual, penny turns immediately and wants me to throw the ball... After wading through the sand (why do they have sand at a dog park?) avoiding the wet sand and any poos, we pick a spot to be "home base". I throw the ball a few times. Penny is amazingly good at this, and surprisingly specific. I'm not sure if it's because mom and dad are gone, but she must have HER ball, none other will do and she will sniff and rule out EVERY other ball at the park till she finds hers. Penny doesn't have a mean bone in her body which is what makes this next part even more frightening... She can't find her ball. Some little Boston Terrier got confused and picked it up by mistake and now Penny is frantic and half insane looking for HER BALL. Some dog goes up to her to investigate what is causing this frienzy and out of nowhere, Deamon Dog jumps out possesing Penny and she is in a fight.
I grew up with dogs. Goldens, Beagles, Poodles, Boxers, all kinds. You learn to tell real quickly when they are play fighting and when they mean business. It's a different more stomachy growel, and the way they show their teeth is wolf-like. Now imagine me, 23 wks prego, stepping in-between these two dogs who way almost as much as me and pulling them appart. I swear it was instinct. I put Penny in a submission hold and straddeled her so the other dog couldn't get her... I knew she would submit because she's a sweet heart and just really freaked out about her ball. The other dog just walked away (thank God!).
Adrenaline is now pumping and I help Penny find her ball after she lays there for a while to calm down. I'm not sure if it's because of my energy or what, but a few minutes later, Marely, who is usually totally social and a really good wrester gets gang banged by like 4 dogs 3 X her size. I watch for a while knowing she can take care of herself, but finally, realizing her body language has changed (hackels up, tail tucked, going for the throat) I step in and again, force submission, let a dog or two smell her as I "claim" her with my body language, and let them walk away. The worst part? Not a single other owner was getting involved! Long story short, Penny and Marley will be playing in the yard for the next few days. lol.
Ah, the excitment of life!
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