
Originally Posted by
DudleysMom
Believe me Sheena, the hours I spent crying over this beast with the viciously sharky teeth when he was a baby. My boyfriend will tell you how awful it was. Dudley would act like a lunatic....he'd run around, chase me trying to bite me, hide behind furniture and leap out at me. That wasn't too bad, but sometimes, he would get so wound up nothing would stop him. I would be afraid he was going to hurt himself. I would just grab that leash and the minute I put it on and moved the coffee table so we could do homework...everything changed. He would calm down, pay attention. He would become a good boy!