I was being loudly and rudely harangued by an animal rights whacko at my place in the Everglades. During the loudest part of the tirade, my Irish wolfhound walked over, eyeballed the whacko and without even a growl, not even a raised upper lip, walked her back towards her car.
I never said a word to Ian. But, I did think about saying to him, “Dinner time, Doggie” - just to note her reaction.
One must maintain one’s scientific detachment at moments like this. Carefully apply the stimulus and then record the response. Right out of Experimental Psychology 301.
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I wish that you had a video of that!!! What you say is true.
LLS