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by torma13 » May 17th, 2017, 5:33 pm
Hi Mel,
I'm sorry to hear that things are going a bit wrong at the moment with the 2 dogs.
Am I correct that Lester was castrated when you got him, if so that was too young for even a chi/jrt cross. I've seen it before and this accompanying change of behaviour when 'normally' puberty would be happening. We had similar issues with 'Puppy' who was done at 9 months. I was (or should I say Puppy) was twice lucky ( we were his 4th home, he was 15 months old) . Firstly I'd had more impossible rescues than this little bugger had had decent meals and secondly he was living with and trying to out boss Uncle Patchy who had a serious GRRRRR and he meant it!
He then turned his attentions to Sascha who at the time was not a lot smaller but had just been speyed. I won't say what happened but they only playfight now, every night after tea for 5 minutes only, and that is it. End of.
I'm sorry but Mrs. Mel and your son have got to become BIG BOSS. The longer they cannot do this the more insecure a dog like Lester will be. Dogs are like kids they simply don't handle free rein well, it makes them feel outsiders, and will make them fight to get up the chain.
Dogs know when someone prefers another, they do not associate it with behaviour in my experience, and we all know that little dogs are big dogs in a small body.
If it makes you feel any better, or worse (I hope not) my worst experience of rescuing a dog was Uncle Patchy. We had had him for 4 days, I had my 3 year old granddaughter staying and we had just been shopping. As I got home my daughter rang me in deep distress about something. I was on the phone to her surrounded by the bags of shopping, my granddaughter went to the bags and Patch went for her, he tore her top lip and chin, she needed stitches. I have never felt so sick in my life. I rang the shelter, they gave me an appointment 4 days later, I rang the police who couldn't give a flying castlemaine and I lived with THAT dog and my granddaughter for a week, hating him, hating myself and beyond distraught. That was me, my granddaughter by the end of the week was helping to feed him and everything. He was probably the most trustworthy dog I ever had with kids, not that I ever did or nor do I ever do.