I been a bad boy today. I will try to be better tomorrow. Me and my mommy went for a walk. A human male was walking towards us. He had a Shih Tzu friend with him. I started to growl, so my mommy picked me up in her arms. The conversation went something like this...
Human male: "Hi, how are you doing."
Mommy: "Oh good, thank you."
Human male: "Why do you have to carry your dog?"
Mommy: "Because he is growling and I don't want him to bite your dog."
Human male: "Oh, he won't bite my dog. Your dog just needs more socialization. We should let them play together."
Mommy: "Umm. I don't think that is a very good idea.
Human male: "No really, go ahead and put him down. He will be fine."
My mommy put me down, but kept her arms around me. For a minute, I stood very still. Then I couldn't help it any longer. I became Cujo the killer tasmanian devil dog. I tried so hard to bite his face off. But my mommy grabbed me. My fangs were inches from that dogs face. I really don't know what comes over me at times. I just want to bite, bite, bite! My mommy held me and carried me almost all the way home. I was calm when we got home. Then I saw a cat in the livingroom. The anger came back and I went into attack mode! I had a serious talk with my mommy about WWJD. I'm just resting now. I feel much better. I'm actually good 92% of the time, so I still get an A.
