Wonderful Wednesday- it's the Dogs' Perspective

It is wonderful how much Ben and Freki have bonded in the past weeks. He is much too gentle with her, though I realize that sounds odd. He may grab her leg in his teeth, but he scarcely bites down and the least whine from her is enough for him to release her.
Not so, Freki. She pulls no punches and rules him with all the arrogance of an alpha-puppy. They play when she says so, he drinks when she allows it (we are working on this uncharitable behavior), and whatever toy he has, she wants it- and often gets it.
In Ben's defense, he is toughening up, denying her when it really doesn't suit him, and pushing back when she plays too rough.
She adores him.
Dixie is another story. Freki cannot understand why she cannot rule Dixie. But there is no way she would take a toy away from the tough old gal, or roll her across the floor, or make her do anything she does not want to. Dixie is completely immune to Freki's charm and has no interest in joining in her boisterous bullying.
So, there you have it. Three dogs, three different perspectives. Take a peek at the slideshow clip below to see what I mean.
This past week I purchased a bObsweep Pethair model auto vacuum. It is great. The German Shepherd has been affectionately nicknamed the German Shedder by those who own them, but I am not sure they can beat the Corgis, pound-for-pound, in summertime shedding. In fact, I propose the nickname 'Welsh Shedder' for these short, double-coated dogs. For a solid 5 months this summer, they blew their winter coat, and if Ben shook his head, hair poofed off of him much like blowing on a dandylion. Clearly, housekeeping is a problem. So, we purchased bOb.
I was a bit concerned how the dogs would take to this mechanical marvel. They each responded true to form. After the initial response to attempt to herd the thing, they settled in to see what would happen next.
Dixie merely watches bOb as he rumbles slowly around the floor and simply stares him down when he bumps into her. bOb maneuvers around her.
Ben holds his ground until the very last second. But he gives way and bOb only veers slightly in his appointed rounds.
Freki takes the position between my feet, reasoning, if it won't eat Mom, she is safe.
But that was only for round one. By round two, all three dogs completely ignored my little vacuuming buddy. Except, Freki does like to bark at it- tail wagging, feet dancing, it is another world for her to conquer.

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