There's something so admirable about the little sods. They're so cocky and fearless. Bentley is my first dog. I grew up in a 'cat' family.
When we first received Bentley (from a co-worker who had to leave him at home alone all day. making him unhappy) we didn't get along. He would bite me and I regret to say that I hit him.
There's something so admirable about the little sods. They're so cocky and fearless. Bentley is my first dog. I grew up in a 'cat' family.
When we first received Bentley (from a co-worker who had to leave him at home alone all day. making him unhappy) we didn't get along. He would bite me and I regret to say that I hit him.
I'm sorry Bentley. I didn't hit him hard. It didn't matter anyhow. He still bit me. I didn't know dogs. He sleeps with me now. When I get up, he gets up. If I go outside, he goes outside. He follows me everywhere. I take him everywhere with me. He doesn't bite me very often anymore except when he wants to steal the cat's food and I try to get him away from the bowl. Then he bites me. I don't hit him. I just call him a vicious bastard. He just doesn't get it. He's the boss and why don't I understand? I guess I do now. Respect.
Our friends have a Bernese Mountain/Poodle. Huge dog. Bentley attacked him. Bentley is not invited back. Now I understand the saying "a man's best friend is his dog".
I often wonder if Yorkies have zero idea about how small they are. They are David attacking Goliath. They must have heard the story. Tippy lived to be 17. Thank you your story was the most upbeat I have read all week.
LOL. I don't think dogs have a good idea about their size. My little dog will attack a large dog but he does seem to have an understanding about how dangerously aggressive the other dog is. He'll avoid a dog that is overtly aggressive.
So he's not completely oblivious to danger, apparently.
There's something so admirable about the little sods. They're so cocky and fearless. Bentley is my first dog. I grew up in a 'cat' family.
When we first received Bentley (from a co-worker who had to leave him at home alone all day. making him unhappy) we didn't get along. He would bite me and I regret to say that I hit him.
I'm sorry Bentley. I didn't hit him hard. It didn't matter anyhow. He still bit me. I didn't know dogs. He sleeps with me now. When I get up, he gets up. If I go outside, he goes outside. He follows me everywhere. I take him everywhere with me. He doesn't bite me very often anymore except when he wants to steal the cat's food and I try to get him away from the bowl. Then he bites me. I don't hit him. I just call him a vicious bastard. He just doesn't get it. He's the boss and why don't I understand? I guess I do now. Respect.
Our friends have a Bernese Mountain/Poodle. Huge dog. Bentley attacked him. Bentley is not invited back. Now I understand the saying "a man's best friend is his dog".
I often wonder if Yorkies have zero idea about how small they are. They are David attacking Goliath. They must have heard the story. Tippy lived to be 17. Thank you your story was the most upbeat I have read all week.
LOL. I don't think dogs have a good idea about their size. My little dog will attack a large dog but he does seem to have an understanding about how dangerously aggressive the other dog is. He'll avoid a dog that is overtly aggressive.
So he's not completely oblivious to danger, apparently.