poiuytrewq
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This has never occurred to me before but now both myself and Mr P are finding it hilarious.
* it’s just a funny thing, I’m not after training advice. He is a very happy dog and in no emotional distress I promise.
We always had bigger dogs, labs and a collie, bar one little dog but that was years ago now.
Until the past two years when the two tinies came to live alongside the only remaining lab, Spud.
Spud was a working (haha!) and farm dog. In the morning he left with OH and returned in the evening where he politely sat on the floor.
He and Cecil are the very very best of friends. Spud started refusing to go to work in the morning! Obviously it could have been forced but he went from leaping up and waiting at the door when Mr P put his cup down to literally hiding his head under Cecil. We didn’t push it. He was happier at home.
However it’s amusing us that he now seems to think he is a tiny black terrier.
He sits in tiny beds, he tried to go under or through spaces which are way to small and which previously he wouldn’t have even tried.
Best of all he keeps trying to sit on Mr P’s shoulder by climbing onto the sofa up his front and sort of curling round his neck
(this is a Basil trick)
If there is a minute space on a chair he will attempt to squeeze into it!
He seemed to understand his size before, just in a way of “I’m too big to go between the gate and wall”
He’s definitely a Labrador who identifies as a terrier these days.
I just find it quite fascinating how his perception of himself has changed with a new friendship gang
* it’s just a funny thing, I’m not after training advice. He is a very happy dog and in no emotional distress I promise.
We always had bigger dogs, labs and a collie, bar one little dog but that was years ago now.
Until the past two years when the two tinies came to live alongside the only remaining lab, Spud.
Spud was a working (haha!) and farm dog. In the morning he left with OH and returned in the evening where he politely sat on the floor.
He and Cecil are the very very best of friends. Spud started refusing to go to work in the morning! Obviously it could have been forced but he went from leaping up and waiting at the door when Mr P put his cup down to literally hiding his head under Cecil. We didn’t push it. He was happier at home.
However it’s amusing us that he now seems to think he is a tiny black terrier.
He sits in tiny beds, he tried to go under or through spaces which are way to small and which previously he wouldn’t have even tried.
Best of all he keeps trying to sit on Mr P’s shoulder by climbing onto the sofa up his front and sort of curling round his neck
(this is a Basil trick) If there is a minute space on a chair he will attempt to squeeze into it!
He seemed to understand his size before, just in a way of “I’m too big to go between the gate and wall”
He’s definitely a Labrador who identifies as a terrier these days.
I just find it quite fascinating how his perception of himself has changed with a new friendship gang
