At War with The Dog

So, I am a major dog person. Most anyone who knows me knows this. However, I have little tolerance for, as I refer to them, teeny tiny barking yapping jumping shitboxes. A well-trained animal, however, is a delight.

I thought Maxwell Smart (terrier, yorkshire, standard) was such an animal. His yapping seemed to be limited to loud yet appropriate and quickly silenced outbursts (such as when people would arrive).

After staying a week chez Grandma, however, I have realized something. When she's not here, he's a BRAT. Seriously, a leaf blows the wrong way outside and he acts like a team of ninjas is invading. For several minutes. Barks until he sounds hoarse! Runs around like he's on crystal meth.
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