This is hard to admit.
But our dog Lucy is a bully.
A 15 pound bully.
Every morning she races our other dog Zoe down the stairs.
Well race is the wrong word.
She runs along side Zoe.
And bites Zoe's legs.
I guess attack is the right word then.
She just wants her breakfast.
And to go pee.
But she has to endure ankle bites at 5 AM.
While running down stairs.
By a foot high bully.
Imagine driving to work every morning in your SUV.
And while driving down a hill.
Some jerk in a Mini Cooper tries to race you.
But the whole way keeps ramming his car into you.
Not funny now, huh?
Bless Zoe's kind heart,
She never bites back.
Or gets mad.
But Lucy's bullying does not end there.
And not all of Lucy's bullying is as overt.
Some is much more subtle.
After breakfast the dogs race back upstairs.
Back to bed.
Lucy does not bite at Zoe's ankles here.
This is a real race as Lucy is on a mission.
To always get back upstairs first.
Where does Lucy always go?
Straight to whatever spot Zoe had before breakfast.
Without fail she takes Zoe's spot.
You can almost see Lucy smirking at Zoe.
Yes, sweet little Lucy.
It would be like you go to the bathroom at work.
And you come back.
To find your co-worker took your desk.
That is the behavior of a bully.
Or the criminally insane.
I do not think Lucy is insane.
She is clearly a bully.
Lucy is actually the mean girl.
She is one of the Heather's.
We are raising a bully.
In a pink collar.
She was a stray.
I blame her upbringing on the streets of Oklahoma.
I can just sense she was in a dog gang back there.
And was probably the leader.
I also blame Dale.
And since Zoe cannot speak.
(We never talk her that trick.)
I speak for her.
And say stop the bullying now.
Or no treats for Lucy.