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| SHE WAS LACY; NOW, SHE'S DIXIE. |
It was our fifth day at the dog park, and I'd been happy with the way she'd acted. Yesterday, she met a big dog named Strider, and she spent part of the time following him around, sniffing his nether regions.
Today, we were alone on the little-dog side, with a bunch of dogs on the big-dog side. First, Dixie started growling and snarling at dogs through the fence.
Then, a woman brought three little dogs into the little-dog side, and Dixie went nuts with growling and snarling every time a dog got near her. Fortunately, the young woman realized that Dixie was just scared, but there was no reason for her to be scared.
I quickly put her leash on her and held her next to me. When the noise and hostility didn't end, I took us out of there. We went to Covington Park in Rural Hall, and, fortunately, no one brought a dog near her.
Now, we're home, and she's lying in her crate. It's quiet.
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