Her signature move is to use all her weight to pin her opponent, and unless she is up against the white dog, or the boxer, it is pretty effective.
So Pinnter was pinned and he continued to fight back when the white dog become involved. Most of the time the white dog will take the side of the more vulnerable animal, but this isn't the case with Pinnter- they hate each other.
I'm not certain how it started, but every time the white dog comes within ten feet of him, he shows her all his teeth. I have no clue what he says to her, but suspect it's insulting. The white dog is the most gentle animal I have ever encountered. The cats curl around her to sleep, she is protective of the rabbits and chicken--she is sweet and loving- except to Pinnter.
Apparently, she had about enough of his shit, because she took his entire body in her mouth and threw him a couple of feet in the air- the white dog outweighs him by about 150lbs, so it wasn't exactly a fair fight.
The fight basically ended after Pinnter was air born, but the drama had just begun.
Although I tried to comfort him, he was inconsolable. He refused to come into the house, until Gioconda went out and got him. I was afraid he had a broken bone and tried to look at him and determine if there were any injuries, yet could not get within three feet.
He lunged at me twice before I concluded it was better to leave him alone.
After I left he jumped up on Gioconda's lap and slept the rest of the day.
With Pinnter I never know if he is on the brink of death or just really upset.
When he was a puppy he got a stomach bug, and would only eat orange popcycles for two weeks, and for the first week he refused to move, his body completely limp. After three emergency visits to the vet, I was advised there was nothing really wrong with him and that perhaps he had some emotional issues.
One time he slipped off the back of seat of the car and although I caught him before he touched the ground he wouldn't open his eyes for hours.
Last year he jumped up for me to catch him and I missed, he hit his head on the ground. He wouldn't look at me for three weeks, and barely ate for a month.
This isn't the first time he has had problems with the white dog, the last time he was would not let me touch him for at least three months.
This time may even be worse. He growls, turns his head when I try to talk to him, and refuses to eat anything I offer. I was convinced this time he really was dying.
I tried all his favorites, vanilla ice cream, hot dogs, spaghetti with meat sauce, he won't touch any of it.
He did drink some water today, and Gioconda got him to eat some Mighty dog. I found out tonight he let Aidan pet him on Tuesday, and he visited with two guys who were repairing a window- STRANGERS who came into the house to do a repair, and he was friendly. Apparently, when I'm not looking he is not only ambulating without trouble, he is walking up and down stairs.
Yet when I see him he lays flat on his side unresponsive to my attempts to interact.
" You need to accept he really hates you, and he's done with you," Gioconda said.
We have a complicated relationship, yet at this point it feels somewhat abusive.
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