Welcome all, to the creature that is nearest my heart, my dear dog, Pixel. Pixel is a five and a half year old, non-shedding canine, with large brown eyes, and an even larger brown nose. He is a Soft-Coated Wheaten Terrier (read, Soft-Coated Wheaten "Terror"), and every bit as loveable as any teddy bear.

Like most good dog-owners, I feel a connection to my furry friend, like no other human-dog connection. Pixel, in my eyes, is special. So special, in fact, that I overlook his shortcomings such as the fights he initiates with other dogs.
Some people have suggested that it's because of me that he fights. Me? but I don't WANT him to fight. I couldn't bear the thought that I was the cause of such canine violence, so I tried all sorts of doggie-socializing practices, including driving for hours to see an animal behaviorist, and spending a not-so-small fortune on trying to rehabilitate him. All of this, in vain.
I've accepted his anti-social behavior, and I no longer try to force him to be around other canines. He's so much more relaxed now, as am I.
The moral of the story: if your dog fights other dogs, just avoid the other hounds. I know some would argue, but I think it's the most sensible approach to an unpleasant problem. It's worked for me, and now my best friend is pixeliciously good.
Labels: Pets, Unusual Behaviour