Pudding had turned to face the other dog and had his lips curled up in a very unimpressed manner when the other dog head toward the chickens. That lip curl became a strident bark when the youngster seemed to ignore the warning.
"I don't mind, but the chickens do and that'll set off Puddin'." Valmae eyed the dog, recognizing a good tempered if overly enthusiastic animal. She laid a calming hand on her dog's head. She really wasn't in the mood for a dog fight.