Next time (assuming I can stomach the thought of a "next time"), I am getting a small, useless, perky, non-hunting-type, ridiculous fluffy lapdog. Go pound sand with your stigmas. I don't care.
Grr.
Rolling in poo at 6 a.m. is an injustice...but I can deal.
Pulling me to the ground to bark and lunge at two perfectly nice people 2 hours later is well over my limit for things I can reasonably be expected to handle in a day.
Clearly this was not a well-socialized animal prior to my getting him. Here's hoping he can be taught before my patience with his fear runs out....
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Yeah...he's cute and all, but he did NOT like me. Yay for patient socialization!
He liked you fine... He's just scared a lot and expresses it loudly. He's getting some better, but there's a substantial road ahead...
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