Hey, that’s my food!

This morning our border collie, Storm (Stormy for short), curled her dainty lips at our little, mini dachshund, Orie (Oreo for short or even Or sometimes depending on his moods). Now, you may think it’s strange that two dogs who have lived together for four years would have altercations, but they do. This time sweet, little Orie was boldly trying to get into Storm’s food and the Stormy dog took offense. When she curls her lips, chills run up and down the back of my neck especially if my hand is anywhere near those pearly white teeth of hers.

Sometimes Orie cowers when she gets in his face, but this time he calmly grabbed a bite (a dachshund bite mind you) and ambled away from the death-threatening grimace, dropped the morsels on the carpet and crunched away on them. Well, Storm was not to be deterred from correcting that little guy; so, she followed him and shoved her bared teeth and black nose in his face with a weird whine sounding mysteriously like Chewbacca. I gotta tell ya, even a barracuda would have backed away from that threat. So, little Orie with a quick gulp (not sure whether that was from fear or just finishing up his snack) turned his head away and finally slinked off, letting the border collie win this round.

I’ve got to give the little guy credit: I’m thinking chills didn’t go up his neck like they do mine, because as he was leaving, he passed gas so stinky that Storm backed up in disgust, the grimace totally vanishing. For now.