News flash!
This just in, from the “No shit, Sherlock,” department:
Cats and dogs? They don’t play nicely together. Very like bulls and china shops, baking soda and vinegar, tree-huggers and Bible-beaters they are.
Last night we tried to introduce Millie to Wendy & Michael’s pet-children. The results were predictably explosive, with much chasing and hissing and clawing and flying leaps and end-over-end tumbling. No blood, but plenty of flying fur.
When we finally pried them apart, the cats got shut in the bedroom, and Millie ran laps around the house for the next three hours looking for them. She must have tired herself out (which I hadn’t thought possible), because she didn’t start jumping on me this morning until 7:00 and then spent most of the rest of the day asleep. We only had to go on three walks before Toni came to pick her up about an hour ago—a level of calmness I didn’t know Millie was capable of. Ok, dog, I’ve almost forgiven you for being such a little bugger yesterday. Almost. But, though I haven’t talked to him today, I think it’s safe to say that Gizmo still hates you. Some things just weren’t meant to be.
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