May I nominate a four footed candidate who got smacked by some furry karma recently? TeaCup Doggie is not quite two years old, spoiled rotten and suffers from the notion that a) she is a Rotweiler and b) Master of All She Surveys. She lives with two other dogs who are both used to deferring to her, even though they have been part of the household longer and are bigger than she is.
Enter Rescue Puppy. Rescue Puppy is six or seven months old three times the size of TeaCup and desperate to play. There are toys all over the house and nearly all of them are toys that TeaCup is not interested in AT ALL. Until now. Rescue Puppy cannot pick up a toy, look at a toy Or breath near a toy without TeaCup getting all in her face, barking and screaming and carrying on.
As soon as Rescue Puppy drops the toy in question, Teacup picks it up, heads into the dining room and sticks in underneath the credenza where she can fit but Rescue Puppy cannot. Then she goes out to see what else she can take from Rescue Puppy.
It doesn't matter if she has three nylon bones included in her little Smaug-like hoard...if Rescue Puppy has one, Teacup must have it, too. (I spent most of my time sitting them taking all the toys away and hiding them. One morning I piled all the toys up on the ledge in the kitchen and came back to find TeaCup nudging her cage toward the window to see if she could climb on top to get at them.
One of the other dogs is a homely little mutt who has the sweet soul of a poet. He's a big hug in fur and loves to snuggle. EVERYONE loves him and no one ever hears him bark. He had been snuggling with me one afternoon when "the girls" got into a fight over a rope toy.
TeaCup had decided that two rope toys weren't enough. She needed three and she wasn't going to rest until she had the one that Rescue had. Nothing any of us did could shut them up. I was getting upset because I couldn't even grab them (and I had had to get up and leave Snugglepuss to fend for himself.
Suddenly Snugglepuss marches into the middle of the conflict, looks from Teacup to Rescue and back and let out what can only be called a Super Atomaic BARK! (Think "Bolt")
Both girls were so shocked they both dropped the toy. Snugglepuss picked it up, toddled off upstairs with it where, I guess he hid it, then he came back downstairs, climbed back into his spot on the sofa and sat there looking at me as if to say "Well, come on, the movie is still going and my ears need scratching."
TeaCup and Rescue were staring at each other as if to say "What the heck just happened?"
Snugglepuss got extra biscuits for rescuing me.