I observed quite the confrontation yesterday at my local pond where I go walking. No, it was not between the ducks and the geese. Nor was it between the blue jays and the red-winged blackbirds. Neither was it between the robins and the cardinals. Yesterday's confrontation was not a fowl fight, but rather one of a more canine disposition.
Who do you think would win this?
VS.
He does look fierce, don't you think?Well, let's just say that though the Saint Bernard was outnumbered, he did have the advantage of a small chain fence between himself and his abusive attackers. I have never heard such language from a Bichon Frise mob before. Actually, I don't think I've seen a mob of Bichon Frise before yesterday. Well, I have seen the three dogs that live in that yard almost every time I walk there, and sometimes they bark at passersby, but this was terrific. They appeared out of nowhere, taking the unsuspecting Saint Bernard by surprise.
The result? The Saint Bernard slowed his pace to look down at them with his fat-dumb-and-happy face. Then he kept walking. Except that the Bichon Frise continued to follow him, running amok with a frenzy of high-pitched growls and barks and jumps. At this point the Saint Bernard actually stopped in his tracks, looked at the little white puff balls for a moment, then turned his head in my direction still with the fat-dumb-and-happy, tongue-lolling look as if to say, "Amusing, aren't they?"
After a bit the Saint Bernard seemed to have had enough entertainment, gave a few low grumbles at the frenetic Frises, and walked on and around the corner. By the time I rounded my corner and was approaching the Bichons' yard, they were gone. They disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared.
Even the pug that usually huffs and puffs at passersby from the nose-sized hole at the bottom of his wooden fence on the other side of the pond was nowhere to be heard when I walked by his yard. Either I'm just not as exciting as a non-chalant Saint Bernard. (Highly likely.) Or, a Saint Bernard scares the crap out of lap dogs, and it takes all their energy to prove that they're not with incessant barking through the protective barrier of a fence. I think it must be both.
The happy-go-lucky beast didn't seem to bother my feathered friends one bit, so it was quite an enjoyable and entertaining walk around the pond yesterday.
The result? The Saint Bernard slowed his pace to look down at them with his fat-dumb-and-happy face. Then he kept walking. Except that the Bichon Frise continued to follow him, running amok with a frenzy of high-pitched growls and barks and jumps. At this point the Saint Bernard actually stopped in his tracks, looked at the little white puff balls for a moment, then turned his head in my direction still with the fat-dumb-and-happy, tongue-lolling look as if to say, "Amusing, aren't they?"
After a bit the Saint Bernard seemed to have had enough entertainment, gave a few low grumbles at the frenetic Frises, and walked on and around the corner. By the time I rounded my corner and was approaching the Bichons' yard, they were gone. They disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared.
Even the pug that usually huffs and puffs at passersby from the nose-sized hole at the bottom of his wooden fence on the other side of the pond was nowhere to be heard when I walked by his yard. Either I'm just not as exciting as a non-chalant Saint Bernard. (Highly likely.) Or, a Saint Bernard scares the crap out of lap dogs, and it takes all their energy to prove that they're not with incessant barking through the protective barrier of a fence. I think it must be both.
The happy-go-lucky beast didn't seem to bother my feathered friends one bit, so it was quite an enjoyable and entertaining walk around the pond yesterday.
5 comments:
I had a St. Bernard once who shared his food with a coyote and then the two of them sat down and began howling. The St. Bernard wasn't very good at it, but he tried. All this at about 0300. Papa
Does this mean the St. Bernard is on the approved breeds list for a future pet?
If we have a field that needs plowing, then yes.
Your description was so good that I am not only seeing it in my mind but hearing it. Go big dog! Mutti
Sounds like quite the entertaining walk! It would have been fun to see. Also, I wanted to tell you to check out this blog americandresdner.blogspot.com It is written by a friend of mine from college. She and her hubby live in Dresden Germany where he is going to school. She has a background in journalism and just has a fun fresh take on things. I think you would enjoy it. Hope all is going well for you and Linus.
-Amber
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