It's been 6 months since Lucy's "brother",
Arthur passed away.
It was about that same time, I started watching
Lucy is small, I mean really small, 3lbs. small.
But oh, what a bark!
She would even growl and show her teeth.
I called it the Napoleon Syndrome.
If you were in the wrong spot and the right time,
Lucy would nipped your leg.
Walking Lucy was a chore.
She didn't like it at all.
Plus, I could never find her when
we were heading out the door.
She'd be hiding!
Now, after watching Cesar's shows and getting a few tools,
Lucy is a changed dog.
~Got her prance on~
~Major pit stop~
~Like a horse heading for the barn~
Now I'm the Pack Leader,
thanks to Cesar.