Back in November, someone dumped a miniature pinscher near my house, and I took her in. Lily weighs somewhere between ten and twelve pounds. She’s afraid of everything and everyone, but very territorial.
Yesterday, I let her out and when I opened the door to let her in, I stepped out into the stoop out front and looked to my right to see my neighbor’s pit bull puppy standing, unleashed, in front of the wrong house. Now, I say “puppy,” and Layla is a puppy. But she’s also a pit bull, which means she’s two to three times Lily’s size. And she’s a pit bull with all the muscle and power that goes along with being a pit bull.
I called Layla over and took her inside so I could get Lily settled and then get Layla back home where she belonged. I wanted to make sure she didn’t take off somewhere else or run in front of a car before I could take care of getting her home. I worry, you know.
While I was dealing with Layla, Chris let Lily inside. Lily was not happy to see Layla. Layla ate some of Lily’s food and lapped up about half of the water in Lily’s water bowl.
Lily proceeded to chase Layla through the living room, at times hiding under the couches, snarling and growling as if she could actually inflict even a slight amount of damage to this huge dog with the most powerful jaws in the dog world. Layla, apparently, doesn’t realize that she could have eaten Lily in one gulp because she ran. She seemed alternately to think that Lily was either an actual threat or that Lily just wanted to play.
I left them to their dysfunction and rang the doorbell at Layla’s house. Her father was home and came to get her, but when I opened the door, Lily chased Layla outside and all around the front yard. At one point, Layla ran back inside my house trying to flee the Mad Minpin. Finally, I got Lily inside and Layla outside and Layla went home, leaving Lily to lament the loss of a few bites of food and the memory of a momentary lapse in her stellar watchdog skills when another dog made her way into Lily’s fortress.
I swear, there’s nothing funnier in the world than a pit bull running scared from a minpin. Not.A.Thing.