How to Destroy a Noble Beast

Gertie has become quite couch savvy.  It’s gotten to the point where, after the last pee of the morning before work, she takes her rightful place on the south arm of the couch, and remains there for the rest of the day.

 

Gertie taking advantage of the couch, in this instance, the south side.  She soon learned that particular piece of real estate was claimed in perpetuity, by Sarah.
Gertie taking advantage of the couch, in this instance, the north side. She soon learned that particular piece of real estate was claimed, in perpetuity, by Sarah.

 

There’s only one problem with the situation:  Morty had previously staked a claim to the south side of the couch.

 

Life on the couch... it doesn't get better than this!
Life on the couch… it doesn’t get better than this!

 

Morty happens to be a peace-loving guy, so he didn’t fight Gertie when she did the hostile take over.   Instead, he resigned himself to his fate:  being forced to seek out other accommodations.

Crabby and I were discussing Gertie’s eviction of Morty from his ‘spot’ the other day.  In response to my comment about how Gertie has really made herself at home, in a most defensive manner, Crabby said “Yeah, but now poor Morty has to sleep on the bed!”

The bed of which Crabby spoke:  We’re not talking about a lowly blanket on the floor, or even a dog bed.  The horrible place Morty must now suffer his days – is the people bed.

 

 

Morty clearly hating life when banished to the people bed.
Morty clearly hating life when banished to the people bed.

 

 

Remember if you will that Morty presented himself in our driveway, after living for who knows how long on the desert on his own.  His reluctance to cross the threshold to our house supports the theory that even before he found himself alone, he had never been allowed inside a house.  His ability to take care of himself in harsh conditions made him the most resourceful of all dogs ever taking up residence at Run A Muck Ranch.  Given that history, one could come to the logical conclusion that Morty was a hardened and noble beast, able to make do with whatever accommodation were offered.

 

The Noble Beast
The Noble Beast, at home in the wilderness.  

 

One would be wrong.

 

Morty's current idea of roughing it.
Morty’s current idea of roughing it.

It used to be we thought, in the event of a Zombie Apocalypse, Morty, out of all the dogs, would be OK.

Now, were not so sure.

Where did we go wrong?

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23 thoughts on “How to Destroy a Noble Beast

    1. There’s lots of Morty cam footage, just not enough Dramamine in the world for one person to sit down and go through hours of it!

    1. He’s low dog on the totem pole, even though he could easily be top dog. It’s kind of pathetic watching him get picked on by the little ones.

    1. I think it’s more an effort issue. He doesn’t want to expend any… unless he’s hiking or playing in water holes.

  1. I think destroy is a bit harsh, more like tame! And just like in the Beaty and the beast love can conquer all and bring out the best in any beast! So you have done good not bad, as the pictures suggest he is now happy and not afraid to close his eyes! He is truly free, he is loved, and he is home. What more could any one ask for! Cuddos! Just look at that face!

    1. He used to be able to survive among natural wildlife, including predators. Now he can’t even hold his own against Chihuahuas! Just sayin’…

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