Little Sisters

Deacon

Teagan, the evil half sister

My youngest girl, Teagan, at 18 weeks is a holy terror.  She has no qualms about taking off after the big dogs like they are moving targets just for her.  The problem is, two of those big moving targets, Deacon and Darcy, really don’t care for her very much.  They don’t mind running over her or running her into the pasture fence because she can’t turn quickly enough.  They don’t mind when they go for the ball and she is going for them, T-boning her.

This is all passive aggression on their part.  They really don’t want to give up the treasured youngest child spot in the pack.  That means that they don’t get all the pretty love and attention, they aren’t the youngest and the cutest anymore. 

Deacon is particularly put out.  Whenever we are in the dog truck and they are in the back seat, more times than not I can see the Deacon man maneuvering himself in several different ways to push Teagan out of the way.  His most favorite MO is to sit on her.  Now he doesn’t overtly plop his big ass down her (he’s 95 lbs and she’s only at 35 lbs).  Rather he waits until she’s got herself settled, her rear on the padded seat behind the console, and the front half of her body draped over the console, flowing down towards the floor.  Deacon decides at that moment he wants to stand on the console, look through the windshield and help me navigate.  He very carefully puts his front feet on either side of the sleeping puppy.  And waits for me to go around a curve so he can slide off the console, losing his balance.  Oops, I fell down, is the look that I get from him.  But he doesn’t move.  Even with Teagan squirming and wriggling to get out from under his fat ass.  I swear, I think he sits down harder, becoming one with the back seat.  Most times I have to forcibly remove him, pushing him as hard as I can over to one side.  The look he gives me, priceless “what was that for?”.

His next favorite thing to do to her, as her older brother, is to go on a walk about with her.  Then run home as fast as he can, leaving her behind.  He’s only done that a couple of times, fortunately.  And I’ve been close by when it happens and can call her home.  He also likes to dart off into the woods at full speed when we are out on a walk.  That doesn’t sound so bad, but he likes to run straight at a tree and turn at the last minute, hoping that Teagan will run straight into it.  So far she’s been agile enough that hasn’t happened.

All Darcy’s ever done is clothesline her and make her limp.  And make me think she’s broken a leg.