Grizzly has had it. He had adjusted to life just fine, thank you...why this creature? He has played second fiddle to a huge, cranky old Newfoundland, put up with a boat load of canine relatives who come and go at will and eat his food and drink his water- and take his bed. He has been terrorized by the resident terrier mix who decides when he can enter the family room, when he can eat, when he can sleep -and where... (she plays dirty, too).
Tank, the four pound pug put him over the edge. Grizzly never
sits between the chairs near the windows. Never. but it was safer there than out in the room where who knows what might pounce on an unsuspecting giant?
