My little Daphne and our dog, Stanley, have a very interesting relationship. She abuses him and he adores her anyway. When I bring her downstairs in the morning, the first thing he does is run over to her and lick her face. If he decides that he wants to sit in his kennel, she follows him and sits directly in front of it so that he can't leave unless she lets him. He sits there patiently while she pulls all of his blankets out and puts random items in for him to chew on.
When Stanley seems to be enjoying a particular toy, she rips it from his mouth and he just sits there. What a pushover. If she is upset with ME for something, she hits Stanley. If she's bored, she hits Stanley. Her worst encounter came the other day when she took a rawhide from his mouth and proceeded to chew on it herself. Soooo gross. Bad baby...Good dog.
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