last choice George

The Berlingo has suffered another chip to the windscreen so I arranged for it to be repaired this morning. Because of space I parked the car on the field and as usual as the 2 workmen worked on the screen, they slowly became surrounded by a host of dogs,hens, ducks and cat!
One of the workers was tickled pink when George was chased out of the main hen enclosure with a very irate and dishevelled Mildred Pierce pecking at his bottom.
I always feel a little sorry for George.
Despite a brief power struggle with William a year or so ago, George has firmly and consistently been placed on the lowest hierarchical rung of all of the animal populations. Now this is easily accepted with the dogs (as he is the smallest and the youngest) , but it is also actually correct with Albert and dare I say most of the chicken flock.
Oh the shame!...poor George is even lower than the most bedraggled and sad looking chicken!
Yesterday I noticed Albert greeting the dogs after their walk. Each dog will receive a head rub and cheerful purr, but Albert cannot quite stop himself giving George a playful face box or paw slap! It is as though he does so, just because he can!....it's a bit like a good natured bully, giving a fellow schoolboy a slightly painful but benign slap on the bonce---