My ex had one of those ankle biting insufferable annoying rat dogs. It died. She called me up and asked me to bury the damn thing. I did. And you know what? I"ll know where that stupid dog is buried even if I don't know where my ex is.
Dogs ruined my sister's opinion of nature, for some god damn reason whenever my family goes hiking some stupid dog always chase my sister and makes her cry, she is only 5 and already hates forrests and woods because of dogs.
Lol my grandma's yorkie hates kids and she always chases them and barks at them, maybe your local dogs do too. Or maybe they like her and want her to pet them. That said, my grandma's yorkie is a tiny dog, she doesn't look threatening in the slightest, more like an angry stuffed toy. I understand that your sister would get scared if chased by a large dog.
The saddest thing about the fact that dogs don't understand our language is that they'll never know how good they are. Sure, they can learn that "good boy/girl" means a good thing, but will they ever know how truly sweet they are?
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