|Meg watching the air that I breathe photo taken at 7am|
A seven year old neurotic Welsh terrier called Meg ( who weighs in at 9 kilos)
and five year old Mabel, the bulldog, who tips the scales just a shade less than 23 kilos
In a fight Meg has stamina, nervous energy in abundance, and sharp little teeth.
Mabel has bulk, a calculating brain and wide flat gums.
It's not a fair match
|"Leave it leave it...she's not worth it!"|
She cannot abide not being within spitting distance of me, so a separation, even a brief one, seemed to have sent her into a spiral of neediness and anxiety.
All it took was Mabel to saunter over to my arm chair for a kiss (it's a little habit we both have got into) and Meg flew at her! a fight that resembled a little like a one between a hysterical skinny rabbit and an elephant.
Out of the two of them, I felt for Mabel just a little bit more,as she in essence had done nothing wrong, and as Meg locked on to her throat all Mabel could do was throw Meg onto her back and grab her with a set of gums as big as a gin trap.
Bitch fights are very much like the ones you may see between drunken slags down Sheffield's Moor on a Friday night.... there is a great deal of noise, an occasional spurt of blood and a locking together of flailing legs, toilet parts and sagging nipples.
It's not a pretty sight.
Poor Chris.....I think he had experienced "animals" a little too much yesterday... this was indeed the final straw so to speak.
After the warring parties were separated
He went to bed early!
This morning, after a whole night of Meg lying a couple of inches from my face watching me sleep, she seemed reassured that I was not going anywhere again and looked her normal perky self, but hell hath no fury as a Bulldog scorned, and all throughout their morning walk, Mabel spent most of her time looking at Meg through angry little piggy eyes.
I could almost hear her thinking
"You stupid little twittering bitch!"
Bulldogs never forget............
Watch this space