caspin wrote:Actually today when I did walk out with my dwarf poodle he didnt wanna come and I got so angry that I throw his leash on the ground. He didnt have it on when I throw it on the ground. A example when I get angry.
Years ago we had this little dog and I told my daughter to leave the damn thing outside. I didn't want it pissing and shltting in the house, so what does she do, opens up the fuking door and next minute the dog raced inside. She quickly grabbed it before it could get too far and I got real pissed off. So, I grabbed the fuking dog and litterally threw the damn thing outside again.
Dogs I owned used to cringe if they so much as knew I was angry. I'd only have to look at them in an angry way and they'd start cowering and pissing themselves.
Last dog I bought wouldn't even let me go near her and I didn't even abuse that one. I got her at 6 weeks of age and she hadn't been abused by anyone else either as far as I knew. Yet, every time I'd go to grab her she'd cower and/or run away from me. I don;t know what the fuk was up with that.