Animal Companion: Canine Aggression-Introduction continued
January 1, 2020
Traumatic events tend to leave one with either a stark, clear memory of the event or, more mercifully, no memory at all. In my case it was the former, and five and a half decades later I can still see every detail. I was five years old and my older sister and I had just walked over to the neighbor's farm to visit their kids. Their dog, Pero, was a young adult male German shepherd, purebred, who greeted us and then flopped on his back inviting a belly rub. My sister, myself and the neighbor's daughter, about ten years old, all crouched down and happily rubbed his tummy.
I was too young to judge if the dog had ever shown signs of stress around us kids before, but I am sure that my parent...