Oh, and both my Corgi/Lab cross, who came out Generic Badass Dog, and her “You have no idea how far he can open his jaws” mutt gladly challenge the only-recently-fixed boxer to fights. Before the operation he was too stoked to know how much he was fucked taking on either of them. He has since turned into the best buddy they ever had. Though they are also fixed (non-dog-owners may see it as emasculating, but we know it’s a simple repair,) he has, by his barking, figured out that he is low on the totem pole, under my elderly Collie Old Mother Trilby, Dylan the Generic Dog, Riley who is youngest but has the jaws of Jaws, and Otto, the neighbor who, after his operation, has figured out where he resides in the pack with only a few skin-snatching reminders by Trilby.
She’s crippled and semi-toothless, but still commands authority from the dogs, foxes, and coyotes of the neighborhood. She hates fucking coyotes unless they show proper deference, which comes with half a bark. The foxes know better than to challenge her so she ignores them as the turds they know they are.
Previous neighbors were scared when their bratty puppy was grabbed by the head and growled upon by Mother Trilby, but that’s how a bitch teaches her pups some manners, and his manners improved.