Mood:
celebratoryI've always had a little trouble with Tina's dog, Toto. He's a tiny Yorshire terrier, a 3.5lb teacup. We got off to a bad start when we first met and it went on for years. He didn't trust me and I didn't trust him and it got worse and worse. He bit me, he peed on me, and I got so mad that I hit him. And that really made me stop and examine the situation.
For the last year and a half I've been as sweet as pie to the little guy. I actually like him now. It took me giving him chicken liver, taking him out for walks, and petting him gently for a long time and eventually he likes me.
Today that because apparent because I came downstairs and he ran over to me and started rolling on the floor to get petted. For him to solicit petting from me is a big deal. I think we're finally friends.
