October 9, 2019

White Dog is proud of the transition the White Dog Army has made to getting afternoon jerky in the bedroom as opposed to the living room where it used to happen. Despite the narrow strip of space for politely lining up, all, even Roman, have learned to sit side-by-side to wait for their treats.

So today when Zsofia looked at her sister, Opal, (who was next to her and closer to me) and rolled her lips in a threat, WD was on it. She cut across behind the others and slid in between Zso and Opal. She put her face against Zso's snout and issued a single bark of "NO!"  When Zsofia made the mistake of responding, White Dog hipchecked the larger Sibe out of position and moved her through the dog door. Then she sat at the entry blocking Zso's return.

Treats were  delivered and the Army went about life before White Dog moved to let Zsofia back inside. She then sat for her own treat and nodded that her sister could also be served.

"We do not talk to each other like that," she told Zso. "You ahead of all the others have no reason to be food aggressive; you were born and raised a child of privilege and have never known hunger or needed to fight to eat. I will NOT tolerate that bullying."

Zsofia hung her head and gently took the jerky strip. Hopefully her look was one of contrition.