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Originally Posted by Kitt
Day or night we open the window a tad and talk that way to the party out there. Have done this for quite some time. When I had my German Shepherd I wasn't too worried. My what a big, my what a big dog!! That's what a salesman said. I don't like salesmen either. Can't be too careful at all.
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That's what I miss about my big dog, TinyMonsters, he was 100+ pounds of stinky, furry dog, and I never felt scared when he was here with me. Always felt safe at home alone when my big Wookiee was around.
If I didnt have the MS and a bunch of fatigue, I'd probably go get another dog like him (I dont have the energy to do the training again, and I wont do another big dog like that without obedience training it)
Tiny looked the part of scary dog...big, loud, and scary looking when he was mad. But he was a big baby. He'd lick you to death before eating a person, but at least he was convincing at the act that he was going to eat the bad guys if they tried anything.