(September 27, 2018 at 8:39 pm)Dom Wrote:(September 27, 2018 at 8:05 pm)outtathereligioncloset Wrote: Briscoe is little but he's mighty. This week, at the front door after his obedience class he scared a Great Dane outside the pet store so badly that it refused to go inside. I felt really bad. We're working on it. That's the main reason we signed him up for classes---his shitty attitude toward other dogs.
Most Danes are big wusses. Gentle giants. The Goddess was raised by a retired police canine. So she learned to be quite fearless. She also clears the outbuildings for me, although she has no idea why. But she forges in and looks in all the corners and hiding places for - nobody knows what.
Little dogs are often shitheads because they are so small and obviously helpless, they have to look ferocious. Or so they think. My little Shi Tzu attacks male dogs of any size but likes females.
The last Jack Russell Terrier (whom we lost this summer) wasn't like that at all. His best friends were all on the big dog side of the park. In fact, his all-time best friend there was a Great Dane that he used to run and romp and wrestle and play with until they were both exhausted. The Dane used to stand in the sun and let our dog rest underneath him in his mighty shade in the hottest part of the summer. Many pictures were taken of that over the years by other people at the park who thought it was crazy-adorable.
Zoey never particularly cared one way or another which side we were one. She'd cringe a little when the greeting committee on the big dog side would all run at her at the door, but she'd get over it as soon as everybody was finished butt-sniffing. Now we're sticking to the little dog side and several of the big dogs have greeted her at the common fence, confused as to why she doesn't come over to play with them any more.
Where are we going and why am I in this hand basket?
