Change in Authority

Buddy is not the King of the Hill any more. Ever since we got Ol' Buddy, he's ruled the roost around here. The other dogs have come to understand this as a fact of life and instead of killing Ol' Buddy and hiding his body, they simply look over him. That's really not that hard to do because he's about the size of a Chihuahua with weight issues and the other dogs are almost as big as Jilda.
Anyhow, the pecking order has changed, but it's not the other dogs that's cause problems for Ol' Buddy, it's Clyde the Rooster.
Since Clyde has hit his stride he's learned that he can intimidate Ol' Buddy. If Buddy walks outside to bark up the UPS man, he is met at the end of the walk by Clyde who runs at him flapping his wings wildly and clucking as if he were deranged. The combination of the jumping, flapping and weird sounds is just too much for Ol Buddy to take so he tucks his tail and heads for the porch.
The other day I heard him whimpering and when I opened the door, Clyde had Ol' Buddy cornered. Buddy shot inside like a bullet. I guess Clyde was buoyed by his intimidation tactics because he had a run at me. I promptly launched him out into the yard with a quick kick to the chest with my shoeless foot.
So now, Clyde and I have an agreement. He'll let me live as long as I don't kick him into next week. Ol' Buddy wishes he were so lucky.