Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2006-01-07 12:33 PM
I Bite Poodle. Poodle Bites Me.
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Poodle is a pretty good match. Unlike Bigblack, Poodle weighs about what I do, and her flanks are nearly as tall as mine. When the People brought her into the house, they said she was a toy, so I’ve treated her that way since I’ve known her. We wrestle. Sometimes I let Poodle win. But I remind her all the time that I could snap her neck in two if I chose to do so, just so she doesn’t have to wonder what her place is. Dogs don’t like to wonder where we fit in. In my house, I am the boss. Numeral uno. Alphadog. Poodle fashions herself as number two, and she may be. Labrador doesn’t care about the order of life. She plays with me when she wants, and she ignores Poodle except for the times when Poodle carries smells that Labrador catches as they brush by each other in the kitchen. Then Labrador stands over Poodle and investigates every smell, and Poodle stands very still and allows it. When Labrador tries the same on me, I whirl and twist away from her nose. I bite Poodle’s hind leg. Poodle bites me back, nipping my buckskin between her toothless gums. And we snarl and clear our throats and play bite each other’s open mouths, and we wrestle until we fall into heaps beside Labrador on our slumber ball, and then we sleep. Poodle is a pretty good match.
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