Now, seven years later, he is the regular couch potatoe in our house. When we let him outside, he is the fierce protector, barking like crazy, eager to meet any visitor. Problem is, he's more likely to invite a stranger into the house as a guest than chase them away.
But inside the house is a different story. Apparently, although we didn't realize the true terror of it, our refrigerator is a monster. Oh, and our vacuum is too. And the box that Amazon might have shipped some goody to us in, and the bookbag left on the floor, oh, and the trash can. Around every corner, in Fargo's canine brain, threats lurk that are much scarier than his pit bull self.
So yes, I have a guard dog. But be kind, he has a sweet and gentle soul.
So what are your puppies afraid of?
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