When I popped in to visit my father today, both dogs were on the bed. (But, they were behaving.) They are extremely protective of him and when I leaned in for a hug, I almost lost an arm.
My mom put the biter in solitary confinement but the other one still looked at me quizzically, as if saying, "How do you know my daddy?" Plus, I was sitting on the bed which I'm sure she considers her territory.
When I left, I leaned over the doggie gate to make sure the little biter knows I don't like her either.
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