Fight for Life [antikvár]

lit fi Mitzy, sit!" Mitzy looks up at me and tilts her head to one side. She wags her tail, but she won't sit. "Grrr," I growl. Mitzy whimpers and lowers her tail. "Sorry, girl." I kneel and give her a hug. "I didn't mean to scare you. I'm just frustrated. Teaching you to sit shouldn't be this hard." Mitzy is a full-grown Airedale terrier. Her short, wiry coat is mostly tan, with a big black patch over her back. She has a long nose, a stubby tail, small ears, and a confused look in her eyes. The confused look is unusual for an Airedale. Airedales are usually very smart dogs. "OK, let's try again. Pay attention." I stand in front of her. "Mitzy, sit." Mitzy chases her tail and barks. This is impossible.