I am recently married. But my husband’s dog has been 9 years old... and she considers herself the “main wife.” The story is about a dog’s childhood.
She was a huge dog, even as a child, but she would still be a German Shepherd. Absolutely unhealthy (for which, by the way, unlike all the brothers and sisters, and did not get to the service neither to the police nor to the border guards) and very playful. And here in the puppy from the fullness of feelings to the owner loved from the run to jump on the chest (or on the stomach - regardless of how it ran) and fix itself there, pressing the jaw on a sweater or T-shirt. The owner, of course, did not like this, and he initially tried to explain to the dog that she was not right - ineffective, the dog and now in case of disaster pretends that she completely stopped understanding Finnish. And the thoughts of physical impact never came to the master's head. And he began to consult with acquainted dogs, as to disappoint the pet from such a violent manifestation of friendly feelings. One of them advised, "Take, he says, half a lemon, and when she starts to jump on you, bite her in the fist; dogs do not like acid - another time it will not jump."
Well, cooked a lemon, cut it in half, and here the puppy rushes, and from the walk (i.e. from the run) - to the mouth of the hoyain. The owner still had time to target, and the stream of juice gets exactly into the open mouth. The dog forgot to remove his jaw and fell to the floor. I thought. I left. I still thought. I went to the second entrance. The lemon is ready... The dog jumped, took the lemon from the owner, stumbled into the corner, and ate the lemon there.