At the vet, with brother Buddy.
Buddy barks. Misha growls at strangers.
She still listened to commands 'sit' and 'down', but she still vocalized her deep, low, bear growl.
I cherish the moment when she didn't know she had that power.
I'm really hoping this was due to Buddy's rowdiness and the location (the vet's office).
Crossing fingers and training continues.
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