I've discovered something that Whiskey can't stand....colourful socks.
The other day I was sitting on the floor going through some boxes, and when he walked in the room, he went crazed when he saw these green leafy numbers.
He was frantically jumping around, running in and out of the room, barking, nibbling my toes - basically having a complete fit.
Just look at that menacing look in his eyes. Thats 11.5 lbs of pure rage. And he's licking his lips before he goes back for more carnage. I was lucky to survive the attack with all my digits intact, but some poor soul might not be next time. I sleep with one eye open now, waiting for the day he strikes again...