That's another picture of our own, personal, Hound of Baskerville, the Brazilian Fila Vinicius. He's adorable. Sometimes, though, he really drives me nuts. I have to put him in the garage when it's time for the other two dogs to come out, because otherwise they would completely demolish the house. They get along fine, too well in fact, and they play very roughly. So, we switch them around so that we can keep our furniture intact. The garage has air conditioning and it has light, so why does the dog cry? He whimpers and pants, as if he were in the worst place on the planet. Some days are worse than others, sometimes he cries the entire time he is in there, and some days he makes no sound at all. We have still to find the reason for the spontaneous crying.
He is a sweet animal but he pesters my dad non-stop. He bullies him around, playfully of course, but a dog that size is pretty tough even when he plays around. He is also incredibly loud. Well, maybe not incredibly, since he is huge, but if he barks close to you it does hurt your ears a bit. And he barks ALL the time. If he hears a fly buzz too close to our house he is off. He continues well after whatever it was he heard is long gone. That is his job, though, so we can't really complain too much. And yet, we do.
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