Never understood people who give birth to house dangerous animals. The criterion, of course, is different — I became very friendly with a German shepherd and a Doberman when I lived at my sister’s. The shepherd generally had no problems, but the Doberman came to him after he died his boss — their friend. The first years he tried to direct his orders, loved to sleep in beds and sofas, could climb to her grandmother in the bed, to push her out, and settle in for the night.
We fought, of course, and broke the habit. A good and clever dog was at rest. But with him it was possible to fight and win. But when my relatives lived in this house Caucasian (shepherd, I mean) — it was horrible. It women once in what does not put, children hated it, and men were gradually excluded from the list of respect. At first began to rush at me, then at his uncle, then his older brother. In General, so much so, that he broke loose, all herded into the house, he started attacking the fence, behind which the children went to school, the family called the police, and Jean shot. Although, again, the son of Jean and kind likes VEGA inherited the proportions and power of the Caucasian shepherd and sheer kindness and humility of likes in relation to “its”. Continue reading