Once you got a dog, you will shout at it. It should be Dog’s Law, or something. I’m on my bike, and then Peanut suddenly runs across in front of me. I brake hard to avoid him getting hit. When I finally stop and see skid marks behind me, Peanut looks at me like nothing has happened and he sits. I shout at him. And he looks like I’m talking about the weather until I lightly bump him. Then he looks like he’s sitting on a fire.
I don’t know, but every time I find Peanut upstairs (he’s not supposed to be there), every time I catch him peeing in the house, I think Peanut is a bit annoying. You get a dog, he’s supposed to care for you, to love you, to sleep with you, but I’m afraid of him coming upstairs, let alone on my bed, because he might pee somewhere.