His primary rival is my bicycle. He cannot bear to
look at it or even hear it (the rear wheel clicks distinctively). When he sees
me going out to the garage, where the bike is kept, he flies into a rage. He
howls and barks madly and does his best to attack my car. I’ve now had to park
the car where he can’t get at it, as he has scratched the front and wing in
previous rages. He also perceives the mower and the wheelie bin as love rivals.
So when we are mowing the lawn or taking the bin out, he again flies into rages
and tries to attack my car.
We do our best to calm him by stroking and
reassuring him, but his hatred of these rivals is so deeply felt that he will
only be temporarily pacified. And when our attention wavers from him and towards
the mowing or the bin or the bike, he again flies into a rage. I first became
aware of this about a month ago when I was fixing up my bike for a wee ride. It
was a good day and I had the bike out on the lawn to do some maintenance. I’d
taken off my watch and put it on the garden table. When I wasn’t looking Rex
came up, took my watch from the table and began to chew it. Luckily the watch
is stainless steel and I noticed what he was doing before he could damage it
too badly.
A couple of days later, the relief postman (who is
scared of Rex) left some parcels on the garden table. When I came home I found
all of the parcels shredded and the chewed contents strewn across the driveway.
The butt of his rage this time was a book of poetry by David Harsent; Rex may
not be much of a critic, but he knows what he doesn’t like. I chided him for
attacking my watch and my parcels and since then his rages have been directed
towards my car
T, who reads counselling books, thinks that he has
moved up Maslow’s hierarchy. Now that his needs for food and shelter are being regularly
met, he has moved on to his needs for attention. Here there is a huge deficit
from his first year of life with the abusive old farmer. We do our best to
stroke and reassure him each day, but you could pet him for 24 hours every day
and it still wouldn’t be enough.
It’s significant that he has selected my car as the
primary target for his rage. Does he really want to attack me for not paying
him sufficient attention? But I imagine that I’m not a safe target for his
anger as I am also the person who feeds him and takes him for walks. So he
diverts his rage towards a safer alternative. He never attacks the bike, the mower
or the bin. My car has become the scapegoat. However, on occasions, I have taken
Rex for a walk whilst also taking the bin out to the corner of the lane. It is interesting
that on these occasions, when he was getting something he likes and my attention,
he wasn’t disturbed by the bin at all.
Any helpful advice from dog owners (or dog
therapists), especially those with experience of rescue dogs, would be most
welcome.
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