So......
I went down to visit my sister in Philly about a month after I had seen Bronson when he was all sickly. i was happy to see he was better....but then I started to get a weird feeling from him....
i came in and he immediately started jumping on me...but not normal jumping. he was slamming against me and my sister was yelling at him in vain. Her boyfriend grabbed his head and forced him to look at him and told him he was being bad...Bronson just squirmed a way. he bounced about while we talked, and I went into the guest room to put my stuff down. Bronson busted in ahead of me and jumped on the bed. Alison was yelling that he wasn't supposed to be in there, so I firmly told him to get down. He stared at me. I asked him again, and he just stood there. I went to grab his collar, and he gave me the hardest stare...I felt my skin crawling so I decided better of it and walked out. he zoomed by me and out into the apartment.
throughout my many visits down there, it became obvious to me that Bronson was a dominant jerk, and that my sister and her bf couldn't control him. I told her a few times when she asked me for training advice that he was always going to be dominant, and that the best they could do is learn to control his behavior, but it would not change...it was the way he was..
Then came the week he attacked two dogs on two separate occasions. T