What I lack in following commands, I make up for in my sweet-as-sugar, eager to let-you-love-me disposition. I can win over even the biggest skeptic in a matter of seconds when I put on my bashful face and wag my entire body. Folks seem to especially love it when we make eye contact and I immediately sit or lay down - whether I'm in the middle of crossing the street, playing in the grass or strolling on the sidewalk - and wait patiently for them to walk over towards me, banging my tail and putting on my most adorable and innocent pit bull faces. My cow spots don't hurt either.
When other dogs bark at me, I don't bark back. I let them get it out of their system while I wait in play stance. When they growl or snap (as yes, some dogs do when they meet a new dog), I just wait. I give them every opportunity to love and never - not once ever - have I reacted in a manner that could even possibly be construed as negative. It's just not my style. I'm always happy. Always loving. I give dogs (and people) as much time as they need to love me. And I never give up. I'm still working on getting a neighbor dog, Kona Bean, to love me. He's one tough cookie. I'll break him...with LOVE!
From the positive reactions I get, you'd think I was one-of-a-kind. But I recently learned that I have a twin. An evil twin! I learned about Miss Molly Maunute from a magazine we received in the mail.
|Cover model Molly!|
|On closer examination, that's not me!|
And my name is spelled wrong!
|But these are some nice recommendations...|
We discussed it as a family and decided that Molly Maunute must be my evil twin. Now, I know what you're thinking. Molly Maunute doesn't look evil. And she isn't. It's just that, compared to me, Mother Teresa is evil. That's just what a sweetheart I am.