Max the Pug is already fitting nicely into our family. He follows us from room to room, stays close to us in the park without a leash, tries to sit on our laps as soon as we sit down.
Saturday afternoon Sis and Todd-in-law came over to eat lunch and meet the dog. G and Little Missy and their uncle Todd were horsing around in the living room, being loud and pretending to beat up on eachother. Max hopped up from his bed, barked at Todd and bit his pant leg.
Good dog.
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Good dog? It was terrifying.
Luckily we made up and were friends again by the time we left.
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