Going home to a bully!
Finally, after three months in New Brunswick, I am back home in the sunny Okanagan. It is a delight to be home and the lake, vistas, people and climate never disappoint.
Like many people however, I have to come home to a bully!
It is not easy living with a bully. I often come away bleeding and bruised. Most of the time I can’t move for fear of being seen and subsequently attacked. While I try and keep a low profile and avoid attracting attention, it is usually impossible. At some point I will be found and duly assaulted.
The bully in my house doesn’t even belong to me! She is my son and future daughter-in-law’s who are in town after finishing a degree at UBC in Vancouver. Their goal is to open a new restaurant and bar in Kelowna so as they get their feet settled, they share our home.
The bully I am referring to is one of their dogs, a Pitbull they affectionately called Oonagh.
Oonagh was a rescued dog. I remember the first day they arrived at the house after picking her up. They were walking to the front door and I just shouted “It’s a pit bull” and put my arms out to greet the dog that ran up to me enthusiastically wagging her tail. Since that day, I have been Oonagh’s chew toy.
She is not afraid to draw blood in her over zealous greetings. Often with little puncture wounds in my ears or nose that she affectionately nibbles (affectionate is a relative term for a pit bull since they feel virtually no pain!) I delight in the attention this little pit bull dishes out to me. But the love that she shares is not restricted to me in any way at all. Anybody who has met Oonagh once before is going to get a serious Pitbull welcoming session when they arrive at the house.
The word pit bull is enough to terrorize most people. With unfair headlines running around the world of this breed being vicious it is clear that most journalists have never met Oonagh or some of her friends. For sure, they can be bred to be vicious and definitely you want to exercise caution when you own a Pitbull, but, they are not all lethal!
She is the most adorable friend, and possesses an amazing memory. The only person in our family she has not taken to quickly is my father-in-law. In her previous life we think she was possibly beaten by an older man because she was the slowest to accept him as her friend. But she has now.
In total there are now three dogs in the house and thankfully we live on an acreage. My dog, a large Italian Maremma, that rules the roost and guards everyone on the property, Oonagh, the little Pitbull (all 18 inches and fifty pounds of her) and Miura, my kid's other dog who is a Husky cross and acts aloof all the time usually so that you don’t watch her steal food!
It is a busy house, sometimes a little chaotic. Interestingly, all of the dogs get on great together with the occasional tussle to sort out the pecking order but nothing serious.
Life is certainly difficult living with a bully. She craves attention, insists on dishing out some Pitbull love when you first arrive and even more so, insists that you rub her belly and help her drift off to sleep to recover from the over zealous greeting she just bestowed on you.
My wife thought she would be terrified of a Pitbull in the house but now Oonagh is one of her best friends!
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