We’re staying with friends for a few weeks near Austin. They have three dogs, two of which think we’re wonderful. The third, named Chewie, is convinced we are dangerous, with me being the bigger threat. Chewie barks as me pretty much non-stop when we are in the house… unless she is put on a bar stool. Then she is fine with me, even if I’m a few feet away. But the minute she’s on the floor, I become scary again.
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