It was the 27th of June 2011 and he seemed the sweetest puppy amongst the others.
I went to the breeder with a blanquet so, once in the new home, he would have taken with him his bros&sistas’ smell. A wild battle started. I am not sure it was the smartest idea ever.
My boy won and showed me for the first time his hellish wince. I had to read the future in in eyes but I was still hypnotised by his beauty and pathetically sure that the name the breeder had given him was perfect to portrait him: “Guardian Angel”. At that time I didn’t know that he would have been much more a “Guardian” than an “Angel”.
How
not to be seduced from such a look!? He would have been my “Beauregard”, like
the beautiful cowboy that made me
fall in love when I was a kid and that seduced Marylin Monroe in “Bus Stop”.
Still I didn’t know he was as rude as my sweet cowboy, or even more.
He
barks when it’s time to eat? It could be because
at lunch time he was used to fight with his brothers and sisters. He will loose
it. Right?!
He
barks and tries to bite people who want to touch him? It could be that he’s so
beautiful that too many people were touching him all the time. He will loose
it. Right?!
He
doesn’t want to go out from home and doesn’t like to walk? Let's be gentle and
he will come. Right?!
WRONG!
What
to do with such a Rascal?!!!
