My son and his family recently moved to Ohio. Living in their first house means they now have a dog, an interesting development since Tasha was not a favorite with either Dan or my daughter Leah. We used to call Tasha the hellhound. Our vet told us she was "possessed" and meant it.
But, like children, dogs eventually grow up. In the first half of Tasha's long life, she was cursed by the neighbors and my kids alike. In the past few years, she's been lauded for her good behavior and calm demeanour. (Okay, except for going into our neighbor's garage and eating their trash...)
It's a parent's revenge to see their child deal with their first dog. Dan and Jamie are still learning how to deal with the chewing, the barking, the jumping, the accidents on the floor. They call her Sadie-the-lady but they've got a long way to go before anyone lauds her as well-behaved. Now she's simply cute and cuddly, and in need of a firm and loving hand.
Welcome, Sadie-the-lady. Be good, and listen to your Master.