What’s the deal? I know I love Fat Mittens and Midnight, but they ARE cats. I know and understand that. When company comes over I don’t allow them to be all over the place, sometimes I will ban them to the basement if that will comfort the visitor.
Some people would be aghast at this. To actually treat an animal like an animal? For shame.
A friend buckles her dog in a seat belt?! So not happening here. When Fat Mittens of Midnight go bye bye, they are usually crying hysterically from under the passenger seat. They have learned how to break free of their carry boxes.
This rant comes courtesy of the dog who almost got beaned with a five pound weight today. There I am, in full one with nature mode and a bear of a dog begins to bark at me. We were separated by a fence so I ignored him and did some sun salutations.
In full down dog glory, this dog runs straight for me. I quickly picked up my weight and prepared to whip butt. His owner chases him saying “He’s harmless”.
No. He’s a dog. Dog’s bite. Dog’s are animals. And I will gladly introduce my weight to his head.
I finished, a little annoyed, the dog barked some more. I left, not feeling the same peace I felt two days ago.