Summary

Rotto, a Staffy Kelpie cross, developed a rivalry with the Husky on First Avenue after an incident where Rotto's concern for the sleeping Husky's well-being resulted in an angry awakening.

Abstract

Rotto, a two-year-old Staffy Kelpie cross, initially faced hostility from the Husky on First Avenue, who claimed the street as his own. Despite training from his owners to ignore the Husky's aggressive woofs, Rotto's attempts to walk peacefully were disrupted when he found the Husky asleep with his ear exposed under the gate. Out of concern, Rotto sniffed and gently touched the Husky's ear, inadvertently waking him and causing a severe reaction. The Husky has since held a grudge, leading to ongoing tension whenever Rotto passes by. Despite occasional lapses where Rotto responds to the Husky's barking, he generally maintains the moral high ground, feeling that his actions were driven by genuine care for the Husky's welfare.

Opinions

Rotto believes he was acting out of genuine concern for the Husky's well-being when he sniffed and touched the Husky's ear.
The Husky's reaction upon waking is perceived by Rotto as ungrateful, considering Rotto's intentions were to check on his welfare.
Rotto's owners have trained him to ignore other

The Real Reason the Husky on First Avenue Hates Me

I was concerned for his welfare, but it backfired

The Husky on First Avenue never really liked me. The first time I, Rotto, walked past, he was angry. He woofed rather aggressively — something about how this was HIS street.

Okay, I admit it, I was a little bold the next time I walked down First Avenue. I woofed right back. I told him I was just walking on the footpath, thank you very much. But he wouldn’t listen. He was too busy telling me off.

My people were trying hard to train me. They said I should ignore the other dogs that woofed at me when I was walking. I, Rotto, I’m just little, but I was learning more every day.

Eventually, I could walk right past the Husky as he woofed. I didn’t like ignoring him, but my people said it was the best option. I, Rotto, was pretty proud that I could make my people happy. Every time I made it past without yelling back at the Husky, I would get a treat.

But one day, everything changed. And it’s not really my fault. Not really.

Here’s what happened.

I was on my Rott-trot, heading down First Avenue. All was silent at the Husky’s place. That was a bit unusual. So I stopped. And the Husky was fast asleep.

He was asleep right next to his fence. He was snuggled up to this fence so tightly that his ear had flopped out under the gate, onto the footpath.

There it was. One Husky ear, just laying in front of me. Now, I don’t know what you would do, but I, Rotto, was concerned. Maybe there was something wrong with the Husky? Maybe the Husky was sick?

So, I sniffed his ear. Just gently, because the nose always knows.

I gave his ear a super big sniff. And the Husky didn’t move. The Husky was sleeping HARD.

This made me even more concerned. Because I, Rotto, am a very caring dog.

So out of concern — purely concern, there was no malicious aforethought on my part — I gently touched his ear with my nose.

Now the keyword here is gently. I was super gentle.

But see, that’s when the Husky woke up. With my nose touching his ear. And he was MAD.

You have never seen a dog more upset than that Husky was.

And the thing is, the Husky has never forgiven me. Now when I’m on a Rott-trot going down First Avenue, the Husky starts yelling up a storm as soon as I get within sniffing distance.

Sometimes I’m good, and I sail straight past. I’ve got the high moral ground.

Other times I yell right back at him because he could have shown just a little appreciation that I cared enough to stop and check on him.

So yeah — that’s why the Husky on First Avenue hates me because I showed great concern for his welfare.

Rotto is a two-year Staffy Kelpie cross. He lives with his two favorite people and his sister Chilli, a Red Heeler.