Week 3 - Post 2

I have been doing just a little work today and a lot of perusing the net. 

My mother has a little black terrier mix dog named Hank.  She got the puppy from ASPCA and though it was just a puppy, it has grown to be a mean, hateful, controlling, conving bully.  Yep, all 14 pounds of him.

My dog, a dear sweet Heller mix named Buddy has to share the fenced yard with him and I swear I hear him sigh with relief every time I bring him inside away for the little hairy Natzi.

I mean Hank will run over to him and jump up on his face with both paws, essentially punching him in the face.  For no reason other than he just wants to.

But, when that little terror looks up at me with those coal black eyes in that face covered with coal black hair I too just melt.  I truly love the little dog - but really wish he'd behave with more manners.  Either that or that my dog would grow another pair and put him in his place.

I doubt either will happen any time soon so I'll still have to be the back yard police trying to keep Hank from bullying my dog.