People can be friendly to humanized animals, but fear when they go beyond one threshold. This post is based on the topic of pet web users:
A: When my son was four or five years old, he came back with a four-month-old string of kumba, which he should have known about, but it was always jealous of my son, and I was holding him, and I wanted me to hold him, and I sat with my son, and I didn't have to squeeze him between us, and he jumped up and jumped, until once my husband found out that the dog jumped on him, looking at my son, and there was no one near him, and it really scared me. It went beyond the thinking of an animal, which was clearly jealous. It's the first time I've ever hated a dog, it's disgusting, it's not disgusting. I feel like it's like a man.
B: The pet fight is normal because it loves the owner. But the master must teach the pets to know their family status, but the pets who bully the child are the ones who have no discipline. My pets don't even have food. They spit when they eat.
C: My dog doesn't let me hold someone else's dog, not even my children. Then if I liked someone else's big dog, he'd want to squeeze between me and the other dog and separate us with his body. It's a puppy. He's angry with people. He's going to fight.
If I see the neighbor's cute little baby, I'll hug it and it'll be pissed.
D: A teddy bear at my house once shaved, and my teddy was walking around her, laughing, and my bear looked in the mirror, and then looked, and then looked, and laughed at me.
E: Dogs are smart. One time, he took my golden hair out, he grabbed a gecko, and I brought it over for release. After almost six months, taking him to the same place, he went straight to the place where the geckos were released, and he looked up at me, and he took his claws to the ground. I'm supposed to be upset with me. I forgot, it remembers.
F: My Aunt Gala couldn't rise up in bed, and made two eggs in the morning, one chicken leg, and I ate one egg, one egg and one chicken leg, and came back to bed, and my little Teddy looked at me in the door of the bedroom, and he thought I was dying. Then I put his chicken leg in front of my bed, let me eat, and I cried.
G: One of the Chihuahuas that I once raised was myself, and then one day I looked in the mirror, and I cried, and I was shaking, and I wanted to see but I couldn't accept that I was not human.
H: My dog has forgotten to be a dog! When you go out for a walk, you're happy to play with your little friends, and you're friendly when you're having a handshake or something. But when she meets another dog, she hides, hugs, shakes when she's serious.
I: My children, Ying Do and Teddy, who were stuck with us before they were born, we were in bed, we were on the couch, we were in the sofa, we were in the sofa, we were in the sofa, we were in the sofa, we were in the sore fight, we were too smart, we were often jealous, we had the baby, we had the dogs back home on the fifth day, they came home, they were excited to come straight to me in the bedroom, I had the kids, and the dogs were blinded, and I said to them, "This is my mother's baby brother, who is now born, you can't sleep in bed, you can't be too noisy, your brother will be scared!" After a few minutes, they never went to bed again, Teddy would crawl to the floor in front of the bedroom and would hug me while I was sitting on the couch. The kid was so big that the dog really thought he was his brother.
