Fighting. Sometimes I wonder if there are ever any good reasons to fight. If you think about it there probably are none.
My dog picked up a fight this morning. Apparently he had run off to the crazy dog who is yapping at everything outside its yard. I dislike that dog. And for some odd reason my dog has been EXTREMELY mad at it too. Well, to be fair my dog is mean and evil towards almost any dog, but rarely have I seen him so wild and furious as I see him, when we encounter this particular dog. He gets that look in his eyes.
And well yeah as I thought he would like to hurt it. Badly if he got the chance. Now I do not know if he got a hold of the other dog since I was not the one walking him, but I know for sure that he has the mark of a canine tooth on his chin.
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