Remember when I said I was going to get a female Great Dane to go along with Walter, my male Dane?  Remember when I said that would mean less swaggering about with doggy testosterone and there would be peace in all of my canine kingdom?  Yeah, I remember saying that, too.  I was an idiot.

Everyone told me that females always rule the roost and Walter would be happy to give in to the wishes of his new sister.  They were wrong.  Walter is not happy letting Greta do whatever she wants to do.  He’s not happy at all.  If on a whim she decides to drift over to his food bowl, he will snarl.  He’s always been somewhat food aggressive and I was always careful to feed them separately so there wouldn’t be any arguing.

Tonight, I don’t even know what they were fighting over, an errant piece of kibble maybe.  All I know is that I heard vicious fighting and as I flew into the kitchen I saw Walter backed into the bathroom with Greta going after him with murder in her eyes.  I got in between them and shooed Walter away.  That’s when I saw the blood.  LOTS of blood.  Blood spattered all over the bathroom walls.  Blood dripping from the toilet and smeared on the door.  Big splotches of blood on the floor.  At this point, I wasn’t sure who was bleeding and what body part had been torn off, but as I followed Greta out to the kitchen, she brushed against the white refrigerator and it looked like some macabre abstract painting.

I was steeling myself for the worst.  I mean it was a LOT of blood.  One personality trait of mine that you may not know is that I am extremely calm under pressure.  I do what needs to be done at the moment and I fall apart later.  This was one of those times.

Greta seemed to be oblivious to the fact that she was seeping her actual life’s blood all over creation.  This was a good sign.  Not the blood-seeping, but her obvious state of oblivion.  She wasn’t dead and she was moving; both good things.  She was headed to the couch for a snooze.  Nope, don’t think so.  I aborted that mission and finally corraled her back in the bathroom and looked for what had to be a gaping wound of some sort or other.  I saw the steady drip, drip of the blood on the floor and looked up to find the source.  Walter had bitten off the very tip of her ear and she was bleeding like she’d had major surgery!

I stemmed the flow of blood as she acted like nothing happened.  Her nonchalance was a little disconcerting.  It was then that I looked at her and just sobbed.  Here we were getting a rescue dog to give her a good home and this was the second time in a week that she’d had an ear bite.  Walter broke her and it was on my watch!

Last week when she had a puncture wound in her other ear I was furious that Walter would do such a thing!  I hadn’t seen the altercation, but I could imagine what happened.  I was upset that she didn’t back down and ended up with a couple of stitches.  But it was even more disturbing to know that he could be dangerous as far as she was concerned.

Once I stopped my sobbing fit and had a minute to think about it, I realized I owed Walter an apology.  I probably would have bitten her, too!   If she had me cornered in a bathroom snarling and lunging, I wouldn’t have been gentle either!  As much as I was horrified by the ear bite, it occurred to me that it could have been SO much worse.  It was his warning shot and she still didn’t back away.  Not good.  However, I was really happy that Walter was not the aggressor.  I’m sure it was over a piece of food and he probably snarled at her, but she was the one who went in for the kill.  Walter was cornered and defending himself.

Now I’ve gone from sobbing to sighing.  Over the last few days, sweet little Greta has shown a different side to her personality.  Maybe she was a warrior princess in a previous life.  Whatever the reason may be, she is a scrapper!

By the time they figure out their dominance issues she’s going to look like a junkyard dog and I’m going to be more of a basket case than I am already.   At least I know that her injuries are the result of her own ill-conceived actions.  I guess that makes me feel a little better.  After all was said and done, and I let the two of them see each other, Walter went up to Greta and licked her face.  He then went to his toy bin and brought his favorite toy to her.  Knowing what I know now, I almost felt bad for him.

It is such a joy when I see them playing together, and I know they get along great most of the time.  I also know they will continue to test each other’s limits until they figure out the pecking order.  I now have my work cut out for me to make sure they get through this process with as little bloodshed as possible.

In the meantime, does anyone know how to get blood out of every surface known to mankind?  If not, I’m going to have to start a GoFundMe account to hire one of those services that specialize in cleaning up murder scenes.  This wasn’t a murder, but if blood spatter is any indication, it sure looked like one!

 

58 thoughts on “Bloodlines

  1. I had the same problem with my German shepherds and they were sisters. It will get better and my sympathy goes out to you because it is hard. Hydrogen peroxide is what I used for any warrior princess cleanup. My girls would fight then love on each other. Go figure…they are just like siblings. Love to you! 💞🐕

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    1. What did you do to make it better? This morning we had another scenario but it wasn’t nearly as violent. I know I have to keep them separated when it comes to food but are there any other tips you might have?

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      1. I had to feed them in separate rooms, they had to finish completely before letting them out. I would give them treats together but discipline them the moment one snarled. After a few months I didn’t have any problems. Not sure if it was maturity on their part or they were tired of my harsher tone. Anytime they would fight I’d step in and make sure they knew I wasn’t pleased. It’s hard because you constantly worry about them. I think the dog trainer should be able to assist, probably sees it a lot.

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          1. One of the girls passed away, she had hip issues and then got cancer, they were just over 5 years old when that happened. It took until they were just over two to completely stopped grumbling at each other, but they’d look at me when they did and I gave them the stink eye. It takes time, especially since its a new relationship between Walter and Greta and they are not very old. I had to be the alpha over both of them for a bit for my own sanity, not sure if a trainer would agree, but it got us through the war. I can only speak about my gladiator warriors but I’m here for you, pulling for you all to get through it. Love to you 💞

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            1. Love to you, too!!! ❤️ This is giving me some hope. At least they both see me as the alpha and if that ever changes, it won’t be long till they do again. Haha, when Walter was younger and pushed my buttons I would nip his ear! It always got his attention. I know, I’m weird, but it worked. If Greta doesn’t figure this stuff out, she will lose even more of her ears. Maybe I should have them crop them like a pit bull’s. Just kidding, of course, but could you imagine? Yikes!

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    1. I’m not, there was another minor altercation this morning. Greta is actively pushing Walter to the brink and beyond, but we’ll work through this as best we can. I have just sent an email to our dog trainer. She knows dogs better than anyone I’ve ever met and I hope she’ll be willing to work with us one on one to get a handle on this. In the meantime, I’m a mess.

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  2. I hear club soda works wonders at getting blood out of things. You could try that. Good luck with the pups! I hope they figure out their limits sooner rather than later! 🙂

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          1. It is getting better as they get older yes I think one of them just get jealous of the other one full stop we also got something called feliway or something like that which calms them. I have a friend who does pet psychology kind of stuff and you can fix this sort of stuff you just have to manage them a little bit and work out what the triggers are

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  3. Oh my,that was a hell of fight but I suppose for good as now they establish who is the boss.Kurt was bitten by Clara as well and lost some of his flash but we learned not to touch her food.Blood is not difficult to remove don’t worry unless on carpet .hope you didn’t spend all day cleaning their big mess.😱when they say the joy of dogs right?!
    P.s.
    Our new foster is complete bg tomorrow,a adult female lercher😀

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    1. After another altercation today I have called contacted my dog trainer who will help me with the psychological aspects of all of this. Doggie psychology to the rescue. Hopefully, she will take on the task. Yes, I’m tired of cleaning up blood. I think I have it all and then I notice another spot. Sigh.

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  4. Geez Linda! Between this and the freezing weather headed your way, life is looking tough right now😞 Sorry you have to deal with this. Have you ever tried to introduce a new cat to an older one? This is always the way it goes with cats, and it takes forever to get the balance back. Your dogs will figure it out much sooner than the felines!

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    1. We’ll see. At least I have a trainer to deal with the doggie psychology and a psychologist to deal with mine. It’s important to have a good support group and I’m really happy that you are part of mine! ❤️

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  5. Linda I was reading this intently, concerned and then you pulled it out, I found myself smiling. Greta and Walter have the best mom possible. Wonderfully written. ❤️🐲❤️🐉❤️🐲😊

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  6. oh my word! I have been delinquent in blogs, my friend. I missed that Walter and Greta had this bloodletting! From your most recent post, it seems they are indeed at a detente. With Comet and Dexter, I think Dexter raised his bark only with his chew toys – and Comet really doesn’t care about the toys. But I had two females once upon a time….. oh boy…

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    1. Yeah, two males are no picnic, either. I thought this combo would be calm, but they have to work out their dominance issues. They will, it’s just a matter of what my state of mind will be once they are through!

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  7. Oh my, so sorry to hear you had to go through all that. I’m pretty sure that soon Greta will enjoy Walter as much as she likes water. Noticed the link between these two words? The letter “L” in Walter’s name stands for LOVE and LAUGHTER. And you Linda got plenty of those to offer. You will teach them. Good luck dear friend. Big hug.

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  8. When I brought Scarlett home she was 9 weeks, Rango was 2 years old. I was terrified that Rango would hurt her. I learned that to be the opposite….Scarlett would clamp down on Rango’s bottom lip and dangle mid air until Rango dropped to his knees in submission!
    Now Rango and Scarlett will get into an occasional fight and it’s usually over a piece of food one of the grand kids dropped waiting for discovery. Even though Rango is bigger is stature and weight than Scarlett, she WILL NOT BACK DOWN. Yes, females tend to be the aggressor. I feed them separately and when given them treats I stay with them until every last piece is gone. Sometimes, Rango will snap at Scarlett when she is “tormenting” her brother but other than that, they have learned to respect personal boundaries. Hang in there it does get better. I promise.

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    1. As long as there isn’t a death, I guess I should be thankful. I was a basket case when this happened. thanks for your words of support and encouragement. You know there will be stories about the two of them in the future…as long as they don’t kill each other! 😉

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  9. I too had this happen with my dogs. I got a rescue to get company for the one dog I had already. She was abused and had good aggression. She bit my other dog several times, once with such a gash it needed stitches. He was an Akita pit bull but I never raised him aggressive so he was gently. She was a much smaller shiba mix and it got to the point I thought I would have to give her away again. One my pit bull hat enough and pinned her standing on her hind legs against the fence. I watched and forgot to breathe. Time stood still as he just held her there for what seemed like forever. He never punctured her skin, but it was like a silent “enough of your shit already, I can kill you if want to”kind of deal. They became inseparable from that moment and best of friends. I truly wish the same for your babies and that all will b smooth sailing from now. Hugs

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    1. What a great story! You have made me feel better about all of this. We see our trainer tomorrow night and I hope she’ll have some insight, too. I can’t send you enough hugs for this!!! ❤️💕❤️💕❤️

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      1. I am so glad I could instill a little peace. Typos and spellcheck all together. All will be ok, I can feel it and soon this will be a thing of the past where everybody got away with a few bloody scratches. Thinking of you tomorrow and sending good vibes your way♥️🐉♥️🐉

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