Just when we thought my sisters, Lexie and Duchess, were starting to get along -- bang, bark, scratch, nip – they go at it again. Our dog family is a blended one. My person, Cheryl, married Duchess’ person, Wes, six months ago, upping our two-dog household to a three-dog one. The more the merrier, I say. There’s more competition over your food bowl, Lexie says. Twice a day Duchess, an inside dog, joins us on the patio off our sunroom for meal time. They must not feed Duchess much out of her own bowl inside, because she hangs around my bowl while I eat. When I feel sorry for her, which is often, I pick out a few pieces of kibble and drop them within her reach. She gobbles up food like Lexie does. Then when Lexie is done eating out of her bowl, she rumbles over my way and it’s on. Lexie forgets how big she is and Duchess, a 13-pound Maltese, forgets how small she is as they fight over my meal. At that point it’s always time for me to go relieve myself or sniff out a new mole hole or drag a stick across the yard. Then Cheryl intervenes, scoops up Duchess in one hand and yanks Lexie’s collar by the other. “If you’re not boy dog, stay away from the blue bowl,” she tells the two girl dogs. The distraction allows me to finish my meal, but by then I’ve usually lost my appetite. The struggle to become the alpha female continues. Can’t we all just get along? Click http://www2.morganton.com/content/2009/may/11/whos-your-doggie/ to read about our first meeting with Duchess.
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