Mean Girls

Abby and Bridget are the best of friends but at times their attitudes can resemble high school “mean girls”.

Just last weekend, a beautiful Portuguese Water Dog came over to say “Hi”.  Abby’s tail was just a waggin’.  They sniffed each others faces and Abby seemed to really like this newcomer.  As the dog turned to sniff Bonnie, Abby took the opportunity to sniff his bum.  Just a little “hello”.  But Abby had other things on her mind.  She jumped up and pulled the poor dogs tail right from the base.  The poor dog yelped so loud.  Everyone was so surprised and I was so embarrassed.  The owners were nice and said “It’s okay”.  But I just wanted to crawl into the nearest hole.  I turned to discipline Abby and I could tell she was really sorry. NOT!  There she was kicking up the dirt and strutting around like she won some kind of contest.  From that point on, I started to look for the warning signs.  That fake wagging tail would not fool me again.

Bridget has also had some “mean girl” moments but it only seemed to be with Boston Terriers.  When I first got Abby, I would see Ann and Bridget at the park and we would occasionally stop for a Scottish Terrier chat.  During one of our conversations, Bridget was playing with her ball.  The ball was a magnet to a bold, little Boston Terrier.  The Boston Terrier stood in front of Bridget and barked and barked and kept on barking right in Bridget’s face.  Bridget kept her head down but her eyes were focussed on the Boston.  You could see she was getting fed up.

Just at that point Ann realized that Bridget was getting a little too annoyed and went to pick up the ball.  But just in the seconds before she could get there, Bridget charged right into the Boston Terrier.  Well, it was like watching two terriers in a spin cycle. These dogs were just going at it.  Ann was trying to grab Bridget and I was trying to grab the Boston which I ended up pulling up like a bass in a fishing tournament.  Finally, we got both dogs under control. No injuries but Bridget was giving him the eye letting him know that she was not to be messed with.  Peace returned once again to the park until a couple days later when wouldn’t you know it – another Boston Terrier decided to go after Bridget’s ball.

This one charged right over to get the ball. Bridget was having none of it and they were off. Again, Ann and I struggled to get them apart.  Ann finally was able to pull up the Boston Terrier out of Bridget’s reach. Unfortunately, Bridget had a hold of its back leg like it was a drumstick.  Again, no injuries just a lot of noise and excitement.  The response of the Boston’s owner got us laughing as he was concerned about Bridget being beaten up by his dog.  Little did he know…..

Anyway, the girls are settling down and all of us in the Terrier Pack Walking Group are much more aware of what sets the pups off.  As soon as we see something that could cause a problem, one of us yells the cue:  “Running dog”, “New Puppy”, “Bouncy Lab”, “Dog in Flapping Coat”…. Somedays, the list can be endless.

5 thoughts on “Mean Girls

  1. The unique behavior so often ascribed to Scottie’s is very real. Before my wife and I got our first Scottie 5 years ago we had experience only with large dogs, mainly German Shepherds. Our Shepherds were very well behaved, very well trained, and used in protection, obedience, and tracking. After the last one died we did not get another dog for almost 8 years. When we did decide it was time my wife suggested a Scottie. We wanted a smaller dog that could travel with us easily and less work…little did we know. We first bought Bonnie, a black Scottie. She was 8 weeks and needed LOTS of play that a 50 year old man was just not up to, so we then bought her a playmate, Gus, an 8 week old Westie. They are two months apart in age. The personalities could not be more different. Gus is a happy go lucky Westie that is very affectionate and usually agreeable. Gus reminds me of my son when he was about 2-3. Bonnie however is another matter. She is very smart (4-5 year old smart). Thinks through how she will set Gus to take his bones, toys, spot on the bed, etc. She is the epitomy of the snotty scottie. When she wants you to love on her she demands your attention, but when she is tired and ready to go to sleep then you will get the “complaining” and low growl that she is not happy with you bothering her. The bottom line is she thinks circles around Gus. She would also qualify in the Mean Girls category.

  2. I love this! Sandra has such a way with describing these shenanigans. I loved this: “pulling up like a bass in a fishing tournament”.

  3. Thank you, Sandra, for this great story! You have the makings for being a great descriptive writer. I didn’t know Scotties had a low threshold for getting annoyed, so now I know. One of my favourite memories was when I was walking my first Scottish terrier, Fred, one day…the weather was beautiful, and everything was right with the world. We were walking on a ‘bike path’, a sidewalk that ran the perimeter of my neighborhood, and it may have been a mile long from start to finish. But I digress.
    A giant German Shepherd happened out of nowhere. He start following us, bothering Fred. First he kept sniffing his rear end. Maybe I should state he had never indulged in the very common way of greeting that most dogs do. Fred shot him a dirty look. Then the Shepherd got a little aggressive, and shoved his nose under Fred’s tail a few times. This action took Fred aback; he jumped to the side, walked faster and snapped at the Shepherd, but the Shepherd was too fast for him. I tried hitting the Shepherd to shoo him away, but to no avail. Then he tried to mount Fred! That was the last straw; Fred got fed up. Fred broke free from his leash, ran to our right, turned heel and ran back (all this to get momentum), FLEW through the air mouth wide open, big teeth and gums exposed, and chopped down on the side of the huge Shepherd. He didn’t know what hit him…he was probably as surprised as I was that a dog a third his size would attempt to ‘take him down’. The Shepherd turned heel and ran. There was a large bit of fur on the ground, left from when Fred pulled it from his side when he tried to bite him. I grabbed his leash, and we continued on our walk….Fred walked with his head held higher, and more briskly; jauntingly ,if I may add, as if he were extremely pleased with himself.

  4. We brought a new scottie rescue home about 5 years ago named Asta. He was heartworm positive so there was no getting him fixed right away. After his treatments, Maggie (RIP) a dainty scottie girl discovered a certain part of his anatomy and joyfully would bite him there. The more he cried the better she seemed to enjoy it. It got so bad that when he was near her he sat down. Eventually he was fixed and to Maggie’s dismay she couldn’t find those parts anywhere. I think it took her over two years to finally realize that they gone for good. Asta was glad he was finally fixed !

  5. LOL just reading this now. It must be genetic as Lulu and Flora always went INSANE around Boston Terriers moreso than any other breed. It was the one breed of dog I could NEVER get Lulu to calm down around. She must have passed it on to Bridget!


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