This morning I found out who Rufus was and it was a disaster.
Rufus is Uncle Wayne’s huge, old, Black Labrador. Uncle Wayne brought him around to the backyard where I met them at the fence. Then the trouble started. Mom was trying to put the lead on me but somehow the gate opened and Rufus trotted in MY YARD. I saw red, as you humans would say, and to make a long story short, attacked him 3 times before I was subdued with the lead. Rufus was shaken up but OK.
I didn’t get to go on the walk.
Uncle Wayne asked me, “Why, Maggie?” but in the end he just took Rufus and Jamie out.
Mom is furious with me and said something bad.
Dad says that, to look at it from my point of view, I saw a dog who was bigger than me and acted to protect my pack, especially with him walking into the yard. Mom is not buying into that and is still furious and says she doesn’t know what happened to her friendly dog. Now Mom is worried about how I will act in Obedience School around the other dogs. I know I never have a problem at the groomer’s, and there are plenty of dogs there.
I guess I’m not having a good day today.
Mom says I was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, because literally one second I was licking Uncle Wayne and wagging my tail and in the next second I was jumping on his dog’s back, snarling and growling.
I’ve got to go rest on the kitchen floor and think this through.