The Lady owner of Alfie showed me her right arm, It was black and blue and torn to shreds, she explained it was Alfies doing.
She explained that Alfie likes getting on the bed and she had shooed him off and got bitten.
Alfie had a hard plastic mat in the kitchen for a bed (which they graciously gave us) and an enormous leather bone nearly as big as him which he couldn't get his mouth round, let alone carry.
She explained that since they had got two siamese cats which were now allowed on the bed instead of Alfie, that he had turned funny and they had taken him to a dog psychologist and couldn't work out why he had gone nasty.
I think she needed a psychiatrist.
I had seen enough and we took Alfie home with us. |