February 8, 2008
Lance kills a pig
I couldn’t let Lance play with toys when Buddy was around. I had toys for both of them. Lance has always liked to play with toys. Buddy didn’t, but he was the boss and didn’t want Lance to have anything that he didn’t have. I tried giving them different toys at the same time, but it made no difference. Buddy would go all alpha and try to take Lance’s toy, too and they would fight. Injuries were minor, but there was a little bloodshed. Buddy would win and would then tuck both toys into his bed and plop down on top of them. I would take the toys as soon as they both calmed down and that was the end of that. I tried a few times over the years to get Buddy to have better manners, but he just wasn’t interested.
Now that our old pal is gone it’s just me and Lance. It occurred to me that the toy battle problem didn’t exist anymore, so I’ve been having play sessions with Lance each evening. His favorite toy is a canvas pig with a squeaker inside (which excites him much more than HDMI switches would.) I squeeze it once to get the first half of the squeek out, then toss it across the room. The second squeal comes out as the pig is flying. Lance pounces on it then hops on the sofa to give it back to me so I’ll throw it again.
Unfortunately, the pig has a soft fabric nose that seems to need chewing. (This reminds me that I used to date a man who operated a family business making hogshead cheese. They used pig snouts. Just pig snouts. I don’t eat hogshead cheese.) After a few minutes of fetch Lance decides that a new game is in order. Kill the pig! Last night he got away from me and made it to the rug by the front door. By the time I got there the pig was thoroughly dead.
Like any thoughtful hunter, Lance only kills what he intends to eat. He proceeded to gut the pig in preparation for his feast. He only abandoned his task when a dog biscuit with his name on it was presented.
I brought home new prey today. I thought it was shaped like a blob. Looking at it now I think it’s actually a man. A Big Brute of a man with a squeaker in his belly. He’s made of a tough canvas-like nylon and has no soft spots, but I’m worried about the durability of his seams. We’ll find out tonight if he can survive beagle attack, or if Lance, the mighty hunter, will work his way up the food chain.
[tags]beagle, dog, dog toys, hunting dogs[/tags]
Posted by skeet @ 5:01 pm • Humor, Home & Family
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February 8th, 2008 at 6:22 pm, valmg Says:
Lance is so cute! Is that bacon I smell? LOL. It’ll be interesting to see if he puts the big brute in its place.
February 8th, 2008 at 7:17 pm, skeet Says:
He doesn’t seem too interested in the Big Brute yet, Val. I think it smells too new and synthetic. Hmmm! Maybe a spot of bacon grease would do the trick!
February 9th, 2008 at 3:15 am, Muhd Imran Says:
The little weaner didn’t stand a chance. Must be sad to loose a good alpha male pal, but at least Lance is happy now with you. Lance looks very happy and healthy too. Wonderful companion.
Have a great weekend.
February 9th, 2008 at 4:09 am, blueyes Says:
Let me know how that toy works out mine shred them as well and I have to pick stuffings up everywhere. I have 2 dogs and so long as I buy 2 of each they can manage but the little ones thinks they all belong to her lol
February 9th, 2008 at 4:24 am, Laura @ Laura Williams' Musings Says:
LOL on Lance destroying the squeaky pig!
February 9th, 2008 at 7:57 am, Karen Says:
My two fight over everything! That is why I take Brody to Grandma’s every now and then so he can play and chew on a bone.
I have that fuzzy stuff all over the house every time I break down and give them a new stuffed toy. LOL
February 9th, 2008 at 1:13 pm, corrin Says:
If he’s anything like Oliver, the second toy won’t stand a chance either. Oliver thinks that when we say “here buddy, play with this” we really mean “we’re going to take how fast it takes you to rip the crap out of it. Okay? GO!”
February 9th, 2008 at 4:55 pm, skeet Says:
Imran, it was terribly sad to loose Buddy. Here’s his last picture. He was old and sick, so it was his time. Lance has been a real help. He’s so goofy that he doesn’t let me dwell in sadness.
February 9th, 2008 at 4:57 pm, skeet Says:
Blueyes, Lance has already chewed most of the seam-binding off, but the Big Brute is still holding together - so far! We’ll see how long he lasts, lol!
February 9th, 2008 at 4:59 pm, skeet Says:
Having a goofy dog keeps me young, Laura. Ya know, folks around use dogs to hunt for wild pigs for luaus and to stock their freezers. Lance gets his thrill by proxy only, of course!
February 9th, 2008 at 5:00 pm, skeet Says:
Yeah, Karen, I know better than to buy a stuffed toy, but I always think the next one will last, lol!
February 9th, 2008 at 5:02 pm, skeet Says:
Sounds like Oliver and Lance have a lot in common, Corrin! The Big Brute is still in one piece, but looking ragged already. No surprises there!
February 11th, 2008 at 6:53 pm, Whim Says:
LOL! Get it Lance!
February 12th, 2008 at 1:45 pm, skeet Says:
I thought you might enjoy my scampy beagle, Whim!