Growling At Weeds

During yesterday’s post, we made a comment about Typhoon growling at weeds. Based on reader reaction, we decided to explain this further.

Get out of my yard weeds!
Get out of my yard weeds!

We described yesterday how Typhoon can be a wee bit temperamental when it comes to posing for photographs. At the end of the post, we mentioned that our Little Prince was digging weeds out of the yard and growling at them. Based on reader comments, some of you think this is unusual behavior.

Notice the hackles standing on the back of his neck.
Notice the hackles standing on the back of his neck.

So let’s explain this from Typhoon’s perspective. Soft grass feels good under paws. Crabgrass tickles the feety-feet. No one, but no one, is allowed to tickle the Little Prince’s feety-feet. Therefore, crabgrass is evil and must be ripped out of the ground and then told to go away with a clear growl. Now doesn’t this all make perfect sense?

Bad crabgrass, bad. Now go away.
Bad crabgrass, bad. Now go away.

12 Comments

  1. The Oceanside Animals on October 13, 2019 at 1:50 pm

    Lulu: “Sometimes you gotta let the vegetation know who’s boss.”

  2. tammy j on October 10, 2019 at 9:02 am

    LOLOL!!!

  3. Susan on October 9, 2019 at 10:22 pm

    Typhoon certainly is one of a kind, isn’t he?

    And as long as I’m here, when will Sibe Quentin Deux be completed so that the Herd can run loose?

    • The Thundering Herd on October 11, 2019 at 9:43 am

      We can’t work on the fence until the siding is complete because of the scaffolding. We hope in a few weeks. Hu-Dad would love to see less racing in the house and more outside. 🙂

  4. Vincent Porrazzo on October 8, 2019 at 11:16 pm

    An entertaining series of photos along with commentary. Enjoyed it. Touching of feety-feet is a no-no with most dogs.

  5. Cheryl Seybert on October 8, 2019 at 5:57 pm

    Made perfect sense yesterday!! Love the hackles standing straight up on his neck in today’s picture and the show of a few teeth too!! You show them weeds!! Lol!! ????????

  6. Jan on October 8, 2019 at 11:01 am

    It makes perfect sense. One of my dogs does the same. He also barks at thunder and it goes away.

  7. Amarok & Co on October 8, 2019 at 7:57 am

    I might have to try growling at weeds Typhoon! Sounds like a good thing to do. You truly are a prince!

  8. Jean B Burkhardt on October 8, 2019 at 7:43 am

    Hu-Dad I did read yesterday about NOBODY or ANYTHING touching the Little Prince’s feety-feet-lol. I do understand Typhoon-I don’t like things like sand etc touching MY feety feet although I don’t growl at it!!! Do you want to come to my yard and pull up some weeds??? I could use the help since I don’t use any type of poison spray where the dogs are!

    • The Thundering Herd on October 8, 2019 at 8:42 am

      We have long been the same way—no chemicals including fertilizers, pesticides and herbicides within the dog zone.

  9. Susan McManus on October 8, 2019 at 7:10 am

    Dear Typhoon, it makes perfect sense. Love your temperamental ways little prince.

  10. Lori & Izzy Belle Bear on October 8, 2019 at 7:07 am

    Your poor sensitive footsies!! Get that nasty crab grass, Typhoon!!!

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