He's about 10 months old now and is a mixture of being an absolute wuss--scared of his own shadow and things like walking on our kitchen floor---to being ready to take on the world bare-pawed.
In the beginning, it started out smoothly. Corky was his short-tempered mom and dutifully told him what, how and where to do anything and everything. He believed her for a while. For a while.
And then he started to grow.
....and the prevalent thought was that he didn't have to listen to her any more....HE was a big as her. He started to charge at her—and she promptly rolled up on herself like a little sowbug. What made matters worse is that while Corky was being bombarded with all of these "not now Cato" , sneak attacks by Rowdy she was becoming progressively deafer, stiffer (from her arthritis) and starting to also lose her vision. We're talking prime target here!
It made me think of my sister and I growing up; she was 5 years older than me and we shared a bedroom. Granted I was a brat.....but an older sibling can definitely perform "evil" upon a younger one!!! The tide turns, however, when the younger one gets to be roughly the same size. Yep. It felt righteous to me to set straight all of those indignities.....I believe that Rowdy was feeling the same way. (what me...anthropomorphize???)
When he was first brought in to meet them, he was intimidated (rightfully so!! They were huge in comparison to him...). It didn't last long though....It was amazing how gentle our two girls were with him! When they would start running and chasing each other, Rowdy was right in there—under foot it's true, but THERE! While both dogs looked out for him, it was
Maya who took him under her wing/leg (whatever!) and played gently with him....letting him climb all over her, chomping at pieces and parts of her.
Through it all, Corky still got rolled by Rowdy....but at least not as much now that he had other dogs to burn off his big energy!
And when I would scold him, he would put on SUCH a face!! Hard to believe that the "devil dog" was hiding in there!!
And then there's Corky....who is of a lapdog size, but wouldn't be caught dead in that location!!!
Because of his strength, Rowdy loves gathering (note: not retrieving) sticks. And not just any sticks....if they're still attached to the ground (aka: tree) all the better! We always have a fresh pile of firewood and kindling by our front door steps that he's gathered up from around the farm...We're talking branches about 5 feet long and about 3-7 inches in diameter. He finds the balance point in the branch and then proudly carries it back to the house... in a horizontal position the entire way!
You got to love a working dog!!
Unless of course you're Corky.