...Dogs have feelings...
I am heavily allergic to dogs and cats, so we never had one when I was growing up. When, married, we did 'adopt' two dogs when we lived in the country. The neighbors were moving, and my children had played with them. They stayed outside. We made nice housing for them, and fed them well. Sometimes I would play with them, but would have to go into the house and wash, and spread vinegar over my arms.
Once, 'Buck', an Akita mix, dug up some flowers I had planted. I got angry, and hollared at him and sprayed him with water from our hose. He didn't like getting wet...bathing him was quite a task.
The next day, I saw my children playing with Buck. They were throwing a tennis ball into the pasture, he would race after it, and race back and bring it to them, eager to see the ball tossed again. I walked up, and when he brought it back, asked my daughter to let me throw the ball...I wanted Buck to know that I wasn't angry any more.
She handed me the ball, and I threw it, and Buck just looked at me. He then leisurely walked down to the pasture, picked up the ball, and set it beside an Oak Tree, and walked away.
My children looked at me...and I just said..."Buck is mad at me."
He did forgive me after a week, or so.
