We are sitting Gracie, a cute chocolate black lab mix. That's her and her favorite toy, a cat. She likes to bite it fiercely, looking for the squeek toy inside. This should have been a tip-off for us with regards to our own cat, but more on that later.
It's been going well and she's really cute, and loves to play fetch and is soft and smells good. She likes to give kisses. T and I each fed her dinner unbeknownst to the other, leading to an unfortunate overcapacity of food in her system, and despite an evening walk there was a large-ish, fragrant incident on the bath mat in the bathroom. Between the time that I found the incident, and the time it took to find a plastic bag to clean up, all evidence of an incident disappeared. No more kisses from Gracie.
Then, Gracie encountered Shiva, our cat. Perhaps Gracie was looking for the chew toy inside. The ensuing cat chase looked like certain untimely demise for our 17 year old cat. Back and forth, around the yard, there went the cat, followed by Gracie, followed by me all at full speed. The cat ended up tottering on a railing 15 feet above a concrete pad, back to the drop, fending off the biting demon terror. Brave cat. All ended well, but there it is. Still, on the whole, its been a good time and we love the dog. The cat, not so much.
3 comments:
that is too funny! Poor Shiva!!!!
Overall, Shiva needs to develop a better sense of humor. But he's forgiven for not laughing this time!
haha, you worded that really well, have you ever thought about being a stand-up comedian?
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