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Meet Cain and Abel

 


Have you ever met a Cane Corso?  How about two?




I'm afraid of large dogs normally.  The encounters i've had have always been kind of scary.  They might be very lovey but have a tendency to knock me over, or jump on me.  I once knew a Rottweiler who would attack anyone who tried to leave a room....that was not fun.

But recently, i've become friends with Cane and Abel.  And i'm rapidly becoming attached.  They love butt scratches and ear scratches.  They listen to their Dad.  They don't smell, they don't have bad breath.  The DO occasionally fight......from what I've been told, and honestly, I don't want to be around for that.

They are such lovey boys.  I think they like the ladies, like their Dad.

Mr. Cigar.

I may like his dogs more than him.  Jury is out.  

I'm sick. I have a bad cold, have pretty much lost my voice and get exhausted easily.  I haven't seen Mr. Cigar since Sunday (Today is Wednesday) and i admit, i might be going through a little withdrawal.  I got used to seeing him pretty much daily.

I'm out of my element here.  The ground i stand on is shakey, unsure.  One moment i'm entirely comfortable with him and the next, i'm trying to figure out if he just insulted me?  I think its safe to say, i have a tender skin around men i'm interested in.

I pay attention to how he treats his boys.  I like how he is with them.  Kinda bossy actually.  with the dogs and me both.  Alpha male doesn't begin to describe this one.  It's going to be very good, or very bad and i can't see into the future so for now...............i'll just see what happens.

He TALKS to me.  

And the boys do to.  

Back to bed.  I'm so sick it's just gross. 

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