We have our son's Sharpe dog here now. He is one of those wrinkled dogs that have a terrible time with their ears and their skin. He smells terrible until he has a bath. His common name is Slinky, although he is a pedigreed dog.
Missy, our cat, hates him. Of course, Missy hates almost everyone but me and she just tolerates me. She doesn't even tolerate Slinky. She hasn't been out in the backyard, which is actually her territory, for two weeks. The dog runs loose there. This week, she has ventured out the back three times. She gives him a wide berth though. This evening, I went out there to take him some fresh water and she was laying out in the backyard...far away from him...but in the backyard. When I started to come back in the house, she made a dash for the back door. She was almost there when he decided to investigate this anti-social cat.
Oh my! She came unglued. She spat at him, growled at him and ran to lay under the glider...far away from him. When he finally ignored her, I opened the door again and she made a dash for it and came in. It was really funny to watch.
The upper picture is Missy lying in the grass far, far away from Slinky. The lower picture is Slinky. Poor Slinky..he looks so woebegone.
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