My Dad was petting me, giving me lots of loves, making me feel like the number one dog in this three dog house, when he said, "Emma, you sure are cute!"
Cute? I'm so sure! I'm totally Fierce, Dad. Fierce!
I may have silky soft ears, and beautiful brown eyes, and a shiny coat to die for, and that may add up to cute, but I'd rather be known as fierce.
I'm a warrior dog, racing out the door, baying to the moon, nose on a scent.
Huh? I'm so cute when I do those things?
I guess I'll always be a cute dog to my Dad, but I can still be fierce to strangers who walk by my house.