White Dog was in a mood tonight. Nothing escaped her comment or critique. She didn't like the way Steve played "Throw the Bee" so she took the toy away. Dinner was barely passable; she ignored Michael's efforts to hand feed her (he didn't want her to go hungry). White Dog sat on the sofa and glared at her dish until Quinn showed some interest and then she flew off the furniture and to the bowl growling and carrying on like he was stealing her favorite meal. White Dog also felt the need to loudly comment on every outside noise and car passing...her diatribe lasted well beyond the annoyance's proximity to our house. All evening she has tortured TOWD snarling and body blocking and intimidating him every time he moved or neared one of us. His zoomie slides were met by White Dog chasing after him and yelling about his inappropriate silliness.
So now she sits on the sunporch in time out...hopefully rethinking her behavior...but sneaking a glance at our girl, she hardly has adopted a posture of repentance so it may be a long night of patiently trying to reshape this stubbornness. In the meantime, Quinn has gotten a deep drink of water and taken a potty break...just in case he needs to keep a low profile when she is paroled.