Yesterday afternoon, Roxy was almost involved in another “bitch fight.”
Only this time, our little Miss was heavily outnumbered.
I think her flashy, purple coat may have had something to do with it.
I don’t exactly remember how it happened, but one minute we were strolling happily in the woods, and the next, we were surrounded.
If dogs could talk, I’m sure the conversation would have gone something like this:
Big dog: “Bitch, give us the coat!”
Little dog: “Let this little one slide. She’s small but her owner’s a heavyweight.”
Medium dog: “If you want to run with the big dogs, you have to stop feeling pity for the runts.”
Big dog: “Don’t make me tell you again, bitch. Give us the coat!”
Suddenly, the sound of a whistle is heard in the woods.
Big dog and Medium dog take off, but Little dog stays behind.
I see her turn to whisper something in Roxy’s ear.
She probably said, “Next time, wear something a little less flashy.”
I swear I heard Roxy sigh in relief before we continued on our way.
Today’s life lesson: When outnumbered, even a bitch has to make nice.
Today I’m linking up with Heidi’s Black and White Wednesday.