That's my Gracee, she seems to love people and hate dogs. I blame it on a poor start in life, having been rescued, so to speak, when she was six months old. Our Gracee Mae never received early doggy socialization skills. No matter how hard we tried, her rough beginnings defeated our efforts.
During her first months with us, she paid regular visits to a doggie daycare in hopes of developing her social skills. This facility had two large rooms, the big dog room and the small dog room. George, a gigundous Mastiff, who belonged to one of my co-workers, was placed in the small dog room. Poor Georgie, only weeks old while in his brief small dog phase, was attacked by a larger dog at the park, leaving him a 160 pound chicken into his adult years. The staff respected his differences and permitted him to sit all day by the window, waiting for his mistress, shaking amongst the shihtzus and chihuahuas. Our Gracee, on the other hand, a 22 pound Scottswoman with a large personality, was placed in the big dog room. Probably not a good idea, but these were the experts. She grew up thinking she was a Great Dane in a Scottie body.
We loved her just the same, but we were cautious. On walks, when approached by other dogs, we'd politely inform the accompanying owner that she is "a does not get along well with others" creature. She has never hurt another dog, but her idea of four legged friendship involves snapping the air, teeth audibly clacking. When approached by humans, however, she turns to whimpering mush "Oh pet me, pet me," her wagging tail begs. Two legs = good. Four legs = watch out.
Eventually Amazin' Grace exhibited some semblance of obedience. While in our yard she was allowed to roam free until a growl indicated an approaching unleashed dog. She could sense them from half a block away, enough time to sternly warn her to stay. It worked, sort of, until Saturday night. Poor Ms. Grace, defied her orders of our friend who was watching her and antagonized an unleashed dog twice her size. She lost the fight.
Dog bites are nasty injuries and she has a matched set, one on each side. It causes difficulty laying down, so she nods off sleepily while sitting and jerks awake when she rolls onto her side in exhaustion. Poor girl, we think in sympathy. I hear the other dog's owner had apologized, but the truth is she brought it on herself.
Life's a Stitch 
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