"Snitching" Behaviour in Dogs
(Couldn't think of a better word...tattletale perhaps? lol)
It's becoming increasingly apparent that Rigby is a bit of a snitch-dog.
I first noticed it when the 3 other dogs were let outside and promptly chased a squirrel beyond their trained boundary line (no e-collar, just training). Rigby came bolting back whining and pawing at me as if requesting me to follow her.
So I complied and followed her as she ran and stopped about 2 feet from the line and barked at the others whom were standing over the squirrel - which sadly (or not, depending on who you are) had lost the chase.
I figured it was a fluke.
Tonight, someone foolishly left a fresh batch of little butter-tarts too close to the edge of the counter. They just happened to be within reach of a certain terrible terrier, whom is a known counter surfer.
Rigby comes bounding to me with one of the foil tart pans carefully held in her mouth. She promptly dropped it on my leg and started pacing and whining. Again, I follow her and she leads me to the crate which is littered with chewed up foil with bits of blood. And within seconds a sulking terrier with a cut up mouth returns to the scene.
I dunno. There are times I feel like I put too much human emotion into dogs, but I'm pretty sure this dog is a rat lol.
In the spirit of adding new topics, anyone else have any stories to share or even insight on Rigby's behaviour?
(Couldn't think of a better word...tattletale perhaps? lol)
It's becoming increasingly apparent that Rigby is a bit of a snitch-dog.
I first noticed it when the 3 other dogs were let outside and promptly chased a squirrel beyond their trained boundary line (no e-collar, just training). Rigby came bolting back whining and pawing at me as if requesting me to follow her.
So I complied and followed her as she ran and stopped about 2 feet from the line and barked at the others whom were standing over the squirrel - which sadly (or not, depending on who you are) had lost the chase.
I figured it was a fluke.
Tonight, someone foolishly left a fresh batch of little butter-tarts too close to the edge of the counter. They just happened to be within reach of a certain terrible terrier, whom is a known counter surfer.
Rigby comes bounding to me with one of the foil tart pans carefully held in her mouth. She promptly dropped it on my leg and started pacing and whining. Again, I follow her and she leads me to the crate which is littered with chewed up foil with bits of blood. And within seconds a sulking terrier with a cut up mouth returns to the scene.
I dunno. There are times I feel like I put too much human emotion into dogs, but I'm pretty sure this dog is a rat lol.
In the spirit of adding new topics, anyone else have any stories to share or even insight on Rigby's behaviour?
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