Can someone please explain to me way the smaller the dog the bigger the ego? As you know I am looking after Miss Penny Parker, a very small, cute and normally quiet jack russell. Two doors down lives a boxer and border collie sort of dog, and every time we are out walking, Miss P just goes crazy, you would think you had a rotti at the end of her leash. She desperately wants a piece of these dogs, although I keep telling her she would just be a little Miss P on a Ritz she just doesn't get it, meanwhile Oliver is just plodding along not bothering with all of them at all. All he wants to do is get home and lay down, oh and have a big drink of water, because walking apparently works up a thirst that you wouldn't believe.
We walk twice a day so tonight we will be going through this again, and the dogs don't even have to be in yard, it is like she has radar, or x-ray vision and see these guys through the house!
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