Tonight, we had an incident at our house that is a first--White Dragon bit someone.
I'd ordered pizza as one kid had a recital, I had a parent dinner to attend, the husband had a late afternoon meeting that concerned important matters, and the other two kids had an appointment with the babysitter. Sometimes pizza delivery is the best plan for an evening like this.
My eldest, 7, saw the pizza guy through out cut glass door. She opened the door. White Dragon, barking and ready to bolt out the door, stood beside her. Before I could get the word STOP from my mouth, the girl opened the door. The STOP managed its way to White Dragon's ears, but not before she gave a good nip to the posterior of the pizza guy.
At least White Dragon respects my authority enough that she dropped to the ground at my command, although her hackles remained aloft. I ordered her into the house. She followed them.
I paid the pizza man, apologized, and told him to call me if he was hurt. He wasn't. She didn't bite with aggression. I know that as I saw it happen.
This incident angered me for many reasons, the first being that my daughter should not have opened the door without my permission. The second reason I am needed a calming bath is that my dog bit someone. I expected it with The Brute. He had issues. This one, this dog that lets children lay on her and barely moves when a crowd of children come near her? I'm hot, and I'm still shaking.
On one hand, I live in a city that isn't a utopia. I don't mind that people are afraid of my dog. Yet, I have to do something about her behavior. White Dragon cannot charge people in my yard. I will need to use the Dog Whisperer's tactics with her.
I suspect my husband will disagree with me. I will stand firm on this. I am the one here most of the time. I am the one that invites repairmen into the house. I am the one that wants to get packages and mail without fear of the dog attacking the deliverers.
I'm not at ease with taking out the small aggression White Dragon possesses. I like a dog with spunk. I'm going to do it. I will train her out of this barking at visitors and at dogs passing by the fence.
Let's just add this to the other lists of goals that Sarabeth has to reach. Crikey! Why do I do this to myself?