When I was young...
My brother got a west highland terrier when he was a kid, who he called Sparky. Now me and my brothers being of school age left the dog in care of my mum during school. This had the effect that the dog only had my mum for company and became violently jealous at the idea of sharing her.

This little bitch (yes she was female) was the most vile, evil and hideous little dog for the most of my childhood. When my mum was on the phone and not paying Sparky any attention all of a sudden she was your best friend.

One time I remember being in shock as she came over, wagging her little tail..the red fire in her eyes gone and now replaced by those lovely huge puppy eyes. We played, I stoked her, she rolled over and i patted her belly she was up on my knee licking me all over...it was fun, the dog we always wanted was here and then as suddenly as she appeared I heard my mum say "All the best, goodbye" and a warning bell went off in my head, but there was no time, with the click of the 1980's style phone receiver being set down the hell fire ignited in that dog's eyes and the snarling started and the little fuck started biting and went into a frenzy not that different from the Tazmanain Devil cartoons....only white. I ran and she went back to my mum looking all innocent.

I did feel sorry for her years later when was dying of cancer, she seemed to repent at that point. It's not a nice way for any animal to go as any animal lover will tell you.
( Bamboo Steamer, Fri 25 Apr 2008, 12:42, Reply)