Tigger is now seven months and I want to say it started at six months, maybe before that even. He's a good little watch dog. Usually he is all giddy and such to see strangers and stuff, but get near "HIs property and Die!!!" He doesn't bare teeth or anything, just barks his head off. Even at night, If he hears any sound He goes nuts. (I think it took him so long, because I work eight to sometimes eleven hour shifts, and my boyfriend puts in a good eleven hour days everyday except weekends. So he spends most of the day to himself.) We were letting him roam the house freely and that's when it began, but then he tore up mommy's centerpiece and got into shredding things so now he stays baby gated in the kitchen.
We love it and actually encourage it, because we don't live in the best of neighborhoods and have heard horror stories of what has gone on over here. We've lived here for six months now and haven't witnessed anything, but I still feel protected by my little four pound attack dog.
It was funny because one night my boyfriend had to work really late (three A.M.) and when he came home Tigger didn't know who it was and woke me up barking like the world just came to an end. Man was he happy to find out that it was daddy. |