My digsmate Nick is tired of being my pug puppy Stankie's bitch. (Someone) told him that if you bite a pug's ear, it calms down and shows you respect from then on. He tried this last night. Stankie yelped, looked at him for a fraction, then said; 'Game on, mutherfucker!' and beat seven shades of shit out of him.
Nick has returned to being Stankie's personal whipping boy. I can hear the screams now this morning as she leaps onto his bed, waking him with a bite on the face.
Nick has turned to The Good Book for comfort; namely this passage:
'2 Corinthians 12:7 - Because of the surpassing greatness of the revelations, for this reason, to keep me from exalting myself, there was given me a thorn in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to torment me, and it shall pass through this world in cute pug form.'