giants who were originally bred to protect flocks of sheep by fighting wolves. Doc (age 5, 130 pounds) and Gus (9 years old, getting skinny-- only 85 pounds) both let 11-pound Tony call the shots most of the time. When all three of them were younger, it wasn't unusual to see Tony jumping up to bite them in the throat (I had to pull wads of fur out of his teeth almost every day. Good times.). I kept thinking that someday Doc would walk in with Tony hanging off his neck like an earring, but that never materialized (a pity, since it would have been a heck of a picture). Nowadays he mostly just growls at them as needed. He still occasionally mounts them, which is pretty funny-- after a few seconds of this, the big dog will turn around and look to see what's going on back there. So much for making the big domination move, little guy.
He's still leader of the pack, however. When Tony was first diagnosed with diabetes, I worried that their dog games would be a problem. Before then, I mostly worried about one of them stepping on him -- their feet are bigger than his head-- but he would get a scratch from time to time as he tried to show them who was boss. Now that he could be expected to have trouble healing, I had something new to worry about. Luckily, he hasn't been scratched or stepped on in the last three years, so my fears haven't panned out. Gus and Doc still want to sniff him all the time, which he usually does not permit, although he likes to play "dog vet" with them, sniffing them from one end to the other until he's sure they're not coming down with some dread disease. They stand stock-still when he does this, and they don't relax until he walks away (actually, he kind of swaggers). Tony's cataracts (a common side effect of diabetes) have been getting worse, but his vision impairment hasn't been as much of a problem with the boys as it has been with the humans, who are used to Tony getting out of their way rather than the other way around.
Most of the problems we've had have had to do with food. Doc eats a lot, where Gus is very picky, but neither is what you might call a dainty eater. Tony has been in the habit of batting cleanup after their meal, and it's sometimes hard to stop this. When he was first diagnosed, my sister found a couple of plant stands for Gus and Doc's food bowls, which turned out to be a perfect height for all of them. They're over Tony's head, but easy and more comfortable for the Pyrs. When it comes to treats, however, all bets are off. My mother was in the habit of giving Tony treats whenever he seemed to want one (a classic grandmother!). She still does this with the other two, but now she lets me know if she's given Tony anything, and her contributions to his diet tend to be things like the last bit of scrambled Egg Beaters on her plate; in other words, protein. She doesn't do it often, thankfully. Dealing with the treats is tough for me, too. It's so sad when the big dogs are being showered with rawhides or whatever, and the Pomeranian can't share in the fun. It would be easier if Tony liked toys, but he rarely plays with them.
If your dog is in frequent contact with other, non-diabetic dogs, you will probably find that the most difficult thing is getting the people of the other dogs to cooperate. They may need continual education and reminders about how their actions affect your dog, and after a while, this becomes tedious for both parties. I can't help you there. One of my housemates has memory issues, yet he becomes upset if you remind him (or if you don't remind him, for that matter). Your best bet is to establish as rigid a routine as you can, so that it becomes second nature for everyone in the household, not just you and your dog.
I'll leave this here for now, but I expect to revisit it from time to time. Right now, Tony still hasn't eaten, and I need to shop for our 4th of July celebration.
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