Charlie Bear here with an insight into my unruly behavior. Mom Peep says I just can’t get it through my thick little skull (cute and thick, I might add) that things on the top of the wall around the perimeter of my property don’t have to be barked at.
Oh, yeah? Well, they might be intruders. They might be wanting to cause us harm. They might be IN MY TERRITORY!
Does this ever happen to you? Out on the block wall in our backyard sat a Mourning Dove. Mom called it that. I called it an interloper. I growled deep inside my furry chest, sprang to the door to be let out, then dashed across the grass and up to the wall. The Dove sat there, hunched down, fluffed out, and looked down on me. I could only spring up about two feet high so I couldn’t reach the Dove, and the Dove knew it.
She didn’t move. It didn’t matter a bit that I am king of the yard, king of the household, the keeper of the area for my Mom and Dad Peep. The Dove sat there calmly and didn’t pay me no mind.
Huh. So Mom called me inside. Told me, “Charlie Bear, you have to learn to share your yard. That Dove is fine on the wall. She won’t hurt you.”
Okay, I guess I can share just a little bit.
But that Dove better not try to come inside!
So what habits do you have? What makes you bark like crazy or chase like the wind?
Wiggles & Woofs to all,
P.S. The actual name for these birds is Mourning Dove. I wonder, are they always in mourning? Mom looked it up and it’s something about the woo woo call they make that is “mournful” in its sound. Huh. I didn’t know that. Did you?