I still have the image of Kamoi hauling the fairly young Marine Corps
recruit up the driveway.  Dad had come home and said a guy was bringing over
a dog because he was being shipped stateside and couldn't take him back with
him.

Well, to me it looked like the dog brought *him* over.  He was being dragged
down the driveway!  6 month old very exhuberant puppy that weighed close to
80 lbs.  LOL

We had a cement fishpond under the steps going up to the 2nd floor balcony.
Kamoi waded in and ate all the exotic goldfish.

He got his nose bitten by the walking catfish in the natural pond out front,
though!

Anyway, congratulations again on your dog!

Jill

Ok, I can certainly go with "con-cat-ulations" (hear, hear!) and even *maybe*
"corn-dog-ulations" but "con-worm-ulations"??
That's just weird!  :-D

Hmm, it sounds like she's been a bit spoiled by her previous owners who may
have become a little bit afraid of her show of dominance and let her get
away with it "for a quiet life,"
You did the right thing by tipping her off the bed when she tried to refuse.
It's essential that she learns that she isn't the boss asap but on the other
hand, try not to put her in a position where she keeps failing - she may
have never been taught boundaries - as if she keeps getting told off for
things she may not know she shouldn't do you will never have a good
relationship.
My advice is to enrol in a good dog training class that meets weekly.  She
is not too old to learn how to take orders gracefully and a good dog trainer
will show you both how it can be attained.  She will be far happier if you
are pack leader rather than her.  It's a failure on her previous owners part
really, in not teaching her her place when she first tried the snarling and
snapping routine.
No snarling and snapping at me was allowed here ;-)  Some did try it as
puppies, but it was nipped in the bud and never happened again.

It *does* need a bit more work to stop them doing it as adults if they've
been allowed to get away with it, and Daisy obviously has.
I have successfully retrained an adult German Shepherd male with a huge
attitude problem towards women and black people a few years ago.  He had
been used as a security dog for a security firm, passed from handler to
handler as a tool.
He was actually quite dangerous and was about to be euthanised.  He'd been
in the police force and was dishonourably discharged after ripping out the
thigh muscle of a suspect he had to chase who turned on him and kicked him
in the stomach.
Then he ended up somehow with a private security company.

My late DH got a job with this company.  To go with the job there was a dog.
This dog.
To cut a long story short.  When DH got a different job, we kept the dog.
He was very difficult, very surly.  As tempers go his was on the minus
scale.   He had no respect for me at all.
One day I was about to go to work. He saw me preparing for this and retired
to his bed to sulk about this.  Even though he appeared to hate me, he
didn't want me to go.  I could see that he was sulking so I went to him on
his bed to pet him and to say "I'll be back soon."
He rose up, snarling and snapping.
I went into the kitchen, got a frying pan and bopped him on the head with
it, along with some choice loud words.   Surprisingly nothing like that ever
happened again.  He was here until the end of his life and he really seemed
to love me.

I am not recommending this for Daisy.  She is merely spoilt and a course of
dog training school will sort her out I am sure.

Tweed

I am amazed how strong Daisy actually is. Certainly, if she didn't like
cats and attacked them, they wouldn't stand a chance. We seem to be
lucky in that she won't go near them.

Deb.

I think I need to have a private word with you, Deb, about the difference
between dogs and cats with food.

Mail me.

Tweed