Wrenched from your litter, mother, home, familiar noises and smells. Prodded poked and ooh'd over, then without much ceremony dumped on a car park floor to be sniffed up the backside etc by an unknown 150lb bitch, let's be honest here life is not going too well. On top of that some middle class middle aged revolutionary goes and names you Ernesto Che Guevara Lynch.
Then the bitch decides to have a go at you even before you get in the house, all in the name of pack discipline and confirmation of pecking order. Well enough is enough, you don't care if she weighs in at 67kg and you, even after a large lunch, tip the scales at only just under 8!
Indignant you growl and snap at the bitch's nose. Score 1/0 at half time.
And what's this 'house training'? All of a sudden it's of interest where you pee and poo, how does that work?
What is this 'in' and 'out' 'no' 'good boy' and 'Che no'? And all the time you are getting this vigorous social training from a bitch you don't know, who snaps, growls,chases you around the garden till you are knackered and belts you on the head with a floppy paw, then she wants to play.
Whilst humans will pay a lot of money for this treatment is this confusing or what?
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