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    My grandma always taught me ,if you canna say naught nice......

    But I will just say that MM I just LOVE your posts and dont think you could ever talk to much ( one of the benefits of the internet I guess- I can always just log off lol ) but each of posts make me smile , some giggle but always ' feel good' ....oh god , I'm sound like some unstable net stalker ,which I'm not ,I promise !

    I reckon you could write a great book on your Menagerie

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    JRT I agree with you re CM , others have given up where CM will still continue to find a solution if there is one. It may not always be perfect , that solution, but at the end of the day,it is still just that,a solution. The biggest problem I see with CM is ( well not him really) that alot of people who lack the experience and ability to read and react swiftly to certain dog 'language' can get very hurt using his methods.

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    Quote Originally Posted by newfsie View Post
    The leader of a dog group is often the one you do not notice..the one who makes the most noise and pushes everyone around is the wannabee leader, second in command maybe.........I study dogs ( and horses) in groups. Both wild (OS), in made groups and our family dogs, as we always have at least four...I have also read a lot of dog behaviour and studied formally.

    Good leaders are often not picked by most people, because they are quiet leaders...but if you observe closely you can tell.

    You will find some groups are not that way, due to human interference...Some humans have made certain dogs in their household the leader by supporting them. This is often when you get dog fights.

    I find when i do home visits with household dogs fighting, this is often the cause......The human interference......

    Dogs are very interesting, to just observe.........
    I have found this with my 3, the girl who makes the most noise and bosses everyone around soon backs off when the little baldy wants his way. But the Baldy doesn't need to assert himself, she just moves out the way for him.
    He's on top for sure, but the way the girl acts (and the ruckus she makes) you would think she is top dog.

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    I would like to hope I am top dog in my house - possibly interpreted as No. 1 Bitch. Lol.

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    LOL JRT

    If I had to pick a top dog in my house, it would be Barney, but again, I dont really subscribe to that. I would only choose him as even though he gets bossed around by Pippi, all he has to do is give her a look when hes had enough and she backs down. Doesnt really happen though.

    In regards to Men's mention of snarling etc, that shit isn't allowed in our house so it never occurs. The dogs have to accept how things are and if that means one gets more attention, or one gets more food, or one gets to do something and the other doesnt, they just have to accept it. And they do.

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    Thanks for the nice remarks ChoppaChop. The fact is I can write it, but the gift of the stories is from my dogs. Every one of my dogs that makes you grin, or blink away tears, is a nothing special reject off death row. Their stories are the stories that thousands of other dogs could have told, but no one came for them in time. They are Nothing Specials. Mainly mongrels, a slow greyhound, poor quality, byb purebreds - all homeless, almost all with only days, even hours, to live.. Yet they are equal to any Crufts winner, any Melbourne Royal winner They have all been a privilege to know. Even the ones that made me cry, that nearly broke me, that I knew would not bond with me - but would be the love of someone else's life. I've never put down a dog, unless it had a medical condition that caused it misery, that I couldn't fix.

    It's hard to tell bits of my dog's stories, as they are bits. Sometimes I can't give you the story in full, as it's too long and I forget what you do and don't know. Moll was a dominant little dog. I had a lot of rescues coming through, and one of the saddest sights, is a sweet dog with a companion bought to make it happy and the new dog has been a large bully. I must admit, I'd never seen bullying before and the owners couldn't see it. A lot went on when they weren't there. It shook me up, as I've always felt, in general, chosen well, dogs are happier with a companion, if an owner is away working.

    The joy of my group of nine, was I had quite a few strong personalities, but that apart from one b i t c h, they were such a happy group. The Harriet thing was not serious. To live with, they were at times, a pain, for a minute or two... but they made me laugh. SO MUCH Harriet came with her son, from death row. The home lined up fell through. Here about a month, I SWEAR I saw the moment when Harriet looked around my living room, sad as it was, and I SWEAR, I saw her do that nod you do when you check out a new house and you like it. I swear, she looked around and nodded approval "I'll take it". If I hadn't been standing precisely where I was, at that moment, I'd never seen that moment. It was from that moment, that she started grabbing things, as Molly approached. Harriet is a very simple girl. If she wants something, she's too greedy to plan. She's so easy to wind up, too. Once this business started, Harriet had her shame box, her travelling crate. The joy of Harriet is that she is such a terrier. It became her territory, her pride, and she would collect bones and favorite toys, hide them down the back, and gloat over them' and sit at the front, guarding them. Truly, no one was prouder of their first home.

    To give you some idea of Harriet's ability to DREAM BIG, when she first came home, bones were new or a rare treat, to her. Harriet began to collect them. All of them - old and new. It wasn't enough, to Harriet, that she own them, but she had to be SEEN as owning them. So she checked out the whole house. She found a point where 2 hallways converged. The busiest square yard, in the house. It was there she built her pyramid of bones. It was such a hoot, such an outrageous act, that I just let her go with it. (NO CARPET!!!) She collected the house bones, the garden bones, the ancient whites, the fresh, this morning. 5...10ish... 15ish... 20ish... 30ish... At least 40. Still it grew. She could only make a dash to collect more, when all the dogs were doing something else. Towards the end, it was hard to leave them... The distressed slow leaving was like a farewell scene at a railway station, in a WW2 movie... Eventually, it was as tall as her, and took up 2/3 of the width of the corridor. It made everyone step around it inconveniently, and she sat next to it, chest full to bursting, as about 8 dogs walked past it to go to the loo, to lie in the sitting room, to get a drink... As they approached, she growled a warning that grew to an hysterical pitch of ownership and anxiousness. Not one dog was remotely interested. Not a bone was sniffed. If I was anthropomorphic, I'd claim one suggested she collect blades of grass, next... I left it there for 24 hours, cos it still made me laugh, then I bundled them up, and threw them in the garden, down the back, with Harriet acting out Sophie's Choice, beside me.

    So this is the little girl who has challenged, been put in her place, but isn't ready to give up. She's been here longer, she's claimed her special territory. So, the toys mount up, the bones mount up. Periodically, I tip it all out, to wash her blankets. Clearly I am breaking her heart. Her beloved leader AND destroyer of dreams. In the meantime, Molly has been challenged, she is continually feeling Harriet's envy. Molly is happy to wop her but she's looking at imploding Harriet's little mind. She wants Harriet to suffer. So, she watches Harriet, who is always happy to bustle about, looking for more toys, more bones, to become engrossed in something on the far side of the room. THEN she strikes. She leaps across the rom and into Harriet's crate. Harriet looks up and her face drops in horror! She tries to race but Molly had the head start. She's faster. She's in and she's toying with Harriet's bleeding heart. Molly's great joy, is that no matter what bone or toy she picks up, THAT is Harriet's favorite. That is how Harriet works. There is an etiquette here. It's a small space, they have fought, they still fight. Harriet has no choice but stand outside, tragic eyed, almost silent moans and whimpers as ALL her favorites are picked up, held and considered... Each moment of relief, when Molly drops Harriet's most favorite bone, is destroyed when Molly finds her favorite FAVORITE bone and when, (so Harriet can now dare take a breath of relief), that is dropped, to Harriet's HORROR, her favorite, favorite, REAL favorite bone is found and in Molly's mouth... Molly milked it so cruelly, so slowly, with the joy of seeing Harriet's look of disbelieving horror, as Molly has found THE most important bone... A minute later, back on her bed, with the trophy, Molly's dropped it. She never wanted it. She wanted Harriet's mind. I lived with this for months. It was better than tv.

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    nvm

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    SORRY!!. It told me I could not post twice!? in 30 seconds and to resubmit after 27 seconds?!!!and it's come up twice.

    I may as well add, that Molly went blind, the last year or two of her life. When I finally buried her, I was sitting by the grave. Cried out, sad and tired and Harriet came out and sat next to me and I gave her a hug and we sat for a while and eventually, I said, "Well Harriet, you've done it. You're the Queen. The Queen is dead, Long Live The Queen..." and we sat beside Molly's grave for a long time, and Harriet hasn't bothered with her sceptre or crown. Someone is probably sleeping on the Royal Robes, and none of us bothered with a coronation. We all slept in and wondered how the house could be SO quiet.

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    Oh.....MM.....that last post had me smiling through tears ....

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