We have a large dog. Harley is a Boerboel which is a South African breed in the Mastiff family. She is huge but a complete wimp. She's scared to death of the baby stroller, the Christmas tree, loud noises. Tom turned on the tractor a couple days ago and Harley ran into the house to crying to me.
Even though she is a complete wuss she is still pretty huge. She's as tall as the little kids and they have had trouble learning to get along with her. It doesn't help that the nannies are terrified of almost all animals. We've had to work hard with them about accepting animals and using knowledge and caution--rather than fear--to protect yourself.
The kids have made huge strides in learning to love and play with the dogs. Or we thought they had....
The other day all the kids were walking up to the dining room in a big group. Harley, excited about seeing so many playmates, galloped across the grass toward them.
Johnny--3 years old
Johnny picked up little Moriah and held her up in front of him saying, "Here Harley...Moriah!"
Moriah--16 months old
Now, tell me, does this look like the face of a dog who would eat children?
That's a turkey bone--I promise!
I didn't have a big brother to torment me. I was the oldest so I did the tormenting.
What about you? What are your thoughts on big brothers?