2 years ago I'd have said I had twatdog. Thankfully she calmed down a couple of months later, at the grand old age of 10.
Then I learnt what an actual twatdog was, when we brought YoungGirl back from the municipality where she was about to be put down probably for being a twat
A PP said their rescue dog had never seen outside or sheep or stiles or anything - ours doesn't appear to have been inside.
She freaked at an attempt to put a collar on her, and then a lead? WTF? She didn't get it.
She's turned into a lovely girl, she's about 2.3 now, ish. But she's still a twat. She steals all the toys, puts them in her den, and barks at OldGirl who tries to get one. OldGirl then comes over to me, all 'human, wil you help me get a toy cos she's being meeeeaaaan, AGAIN!' And looking all sad and bullied
We had to put a lock on the utility room door where the dog food is kept. Twatdog can get in.
She only jumps up for a cuddle when I'm wearing new clothes, so her dewclaws rip holes in them. Never old clothes, always first day I've bought them. She's almost as tall as me when she's stood up, so this is around boob level.
We call her Alan. If she's looking for something, she meerkats at us on her back legs. Which is quite cool actually, given that she's 5 foot tall like that. Even cooler is when she's meerkatting and gets excited, she kangaroo hops towards you doing happy woofs
She's very reactive too. But I've learned now our visitor has gone that she seems to think it was a punishment bringing him here - she's gone much quieter now she has her house back