Are dogs able to distinguish between friend and enemy, even when it’s not human, cat or dog? Hopefully my sculpting skills will develop with time but after I stepped back to admire my work, the westie decided to play art critic. She went BALLISTIC. She went into attack mode, barking, snarling, and biting at what I can only guess was not something she wanted hanging around her yard.
First plan of attack is to eat the left cookie eyeball.
Now the right. That oughtta teach him not to look where I bury my bone.
And since he can’t see, now you just bite that fluffy ball on the tip of his hat and yank the whole thing off. Everyone knows that it’s ungentlemanly to be without a hat in public!