I know our puppy Daisy loves me. I can tell. Really! After just a few weeks, she knows her name now. When I pull her out of the crate in the morning, she's bigger than ever, growing like Clifford the Big Red Dog. We got her four weeks ago at 9 lbs. now she's 13.
She loves me: Oh Yeah! She leaves me presents--a little poo by the back door, paws at me to pet her head, protectively growls at strangers, follows me through the house (and I pace a lot--helps the writing but must drive her crazy), she does the major hoola hoop wiggle, tail wagging and all when I come home.
She loves me not: chews my shoes, my legs as I walk, growls when I try to leash her, sets a firm stance and refuses to walk down the block only to come home and poo in our backyard.
Daisy. Daisy. I pluck petals...she loves me, she loves me not!
awww... that's cute. if you ever need any help, let me know. I got a rescue dog (Bailey) 4+ years ago and have trained him really well (amazingly). I'm here as a resource if you need me! (Sisarina)
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