I have a new dog. He doesn’t need a name. He’s a jack russell, and his name is scout. He’s 11 years old. The critical mass of dogs at my parents’ house apparently tipped the scales, and since Scout didn’t really like the other dogs anyway and would growl about his treats, he got invited to live with me and my cats.
The cats haven’t quite yet decided what to think. Mostly, they all ignore each other, and everything rocks along fine. Wesley, my tabby, though, seems determined to have Scout attack him. Future reference: it’s really stupid to growl at the dog when he’s ignoring you, not making a sound, hell asleep. Then when told to stop: continue!(that’s the fun part) as dog looks confused. Then, when dog does finally snarl at you, jump away and look insulted. The cat brain is so weird.
I’ll see what I can do about pictures.
-Lil