I'm afraid that while Cubby thought the real horse he sat on a few months ago was a little too large for a small cowboy, he has found a steed more his size.
You can call her Trigger.
Poor, beleaguered Mia. She's put up with a lot from Cubby in the last year or so. This is just a little too much, though. I try to stop him from jumping on top of her, but sometimes he's too quick for me. She was very patient for a while, but now as soon as he runs over to her yelling, "Tra tra tra,*" and starts to swing his leg over her back, she just gets up and comes to me, seeking protection from this crazy toddler that has replaced the calm, stationary, milky baby whose face she liked to lick.
I know just how she feels. (Except for the face-licking, that is.)
* Trot trot trot, that is. Cubby is not so good with the terminal consonant sounds.
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Reminds me of the dog I grew up with. Boots would tolerate toddler behavior until a certain age (2 to 3 yrs old) then no more. After allowing a baby to do any torture they wanted to him, a day would come when he had enough. His lip would curl, then Boots would lunge at the miscreant with a loud roar right in the kids face and scare the crap out of the kid. After the kid had wet their pants they decided the dog they had abused for the last couple of years now deserved respect. I swear Boots rather enjoyed telling kids off. In the 18 years Boots was alive he never bit a person, but did know how to yell really loud in dog language.
Thankfully the dog runs to you for protection instead of protecting herself.
Of course this means you need to buy him a pony.
I totally laughed out loud at this one. Mia is such a good girl. She should get some QT with a woodchuck carcass for that.
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