My girls were classic black and tan, and everyone half a mile away would ooh and ahhh and come running to pet the doggy. And the bitch puppy could either care less that other humans lived in the world, or would prefer that other humans did NOT live in the world. But my boy, Rushie, was a dark blanket back mostly black pup.
Rushie LOVED people of all sizes, shapes, ages, etc. He would literally do anything for pets. And everyone was afraid of him. Maybe his teeth gleamed more against his black muzzle. I don't know. He could play the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood, "my what big ears you have... my what big teeth you have..."
Anyway, one day when the pup was 4 months old, this fellow who was at least two of me -- no small feat, yells from across the parking lot, "Does that dog bite?!?" I yelled back, "He is a puppy!" And he yelled back that I need to keep him over there. For crying out loud, I was pretty ticked and brought my story here and got slapped about. "Maybe he had been bitten." Well, maybe. I have been bitten and I am not a wuss. People these days are looking for any excuse to be whiny or traumatized.
If someone ever yells something like that again, I am going to yell back, "Does he have teeth?!?" or "Only men who ask me questions?"
Jenna, RN CGC & Babs, CD RA CGC HIC
Heidi, RA CGC
SG3 Odessa, SchH1, Kkl1, AD
Ninja, RN CGC & Milla, RN CGC
Joy, Star Puppy, RN CGC
Dolly CGC & Bear CGC