A ruffian named Riley came ramblin’ down the road itchin’ for a rumble.
He took one look at my sweet little Tzuri, who was minding her own business, and went for the jugular.
Tzuri quickly realized, however, that – albeit much younger – she was at least as big as Riley, maybe slightly heavier. She was a contender even at 15 weeks, she reckoned, so instinct compelled her to defend her honor.
The battle raged on. Amidst snarls and flashing teeth first one, then the other, gained the upper paw.
What Tzuri didn’t realize was that Riley was a terrier, tough and tenacious, experienced in the ways of the world and not about to give up.
They fought ’till exhausted and then called a truce.
Strangely, or maybe not, a la Gilgamesh & Enkidu in the world’s first epic poem, they become best of friends. After their tussle they bonded and started hangin’ in the ‘hood together.
There are occasional rough edges to their relationship, for sure.
Like, when Riley in a game of kongball scampered across the goal line on an end run…
…but a dispute erupted over whether he stepped out of bounds or not.
And there is ever the ongoing jawing over who gets to drink first from the tiny water bowl.
Tzuri, at least for now, reluctantly defers to seniority.
🙂 Like I say, best of friends 🙂
I have not yet had a “fatherly” talk with Riley to ask about his “intentions.” And I can’t help but note that there’s a difference of something like 30 dog-years in their ages.
Should that matter in a relationship, age?
🙂 🙂 🙂