This Dog...


 She has no brains, I am afraid.  

Well.  I take that back.  She is fairly smart...when it suits her.  She recognizes quite a few words.  When I ask her "where's the SQUIRREL, Bella?"  she will look up into the trees, wagging her tail.  When I ask her where the CAT is, she will look around the place, toward the house, or toward the places where the cat frequents when she is outside.  

But when it comes to common sense things, she is hopeless.  She will just pester the cat to the point of the cat's insanity.  Smudge will be lying on the sofa, trying to snooze, and Bella will just get up in her face, as above.  She will just stand there, not moving, staring at the cat.  Smudge will try to sleep, but then the tip of her tail will start to twitch, and she will look back at the dog from squinted eyes.  I just keep them in separate parts of the house when they both have to be inside.  Maybe I should just let them duke it out one of these days, but I just don't want to risk an injury when there's been ice on the roads.

 

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Donna. W said…
Gabe bothers Blue the cat a lot, but Blue seems to enjoy it.
January 19, 2024 at 8:19 AM
Calfkeeper said…
Ha...yes, the cat does enjoy the attention...but only to a point. I am just worried the dog doesn't know her limits and will injure her inadvertently.
January 20, 2024 at 7:26 AM
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