|
Linus was very protective of his pack mate Shwea, even though she rarely returned
the favor. And though he was male and older, he deferred to her in all things, except at play time—then, often, he enjoyed
playing the bratty elder, stealing her ball away before she could get it, and romping away from her looking positively delighted
with himself and his “trick.”
With the cats, Butler and Oatmeal, he was met with indifference and hostility.
Still, he was overwhelmed with curiousity where they were concerned—even after it was met repeatedly with violence.
It’s impossible to count the times we came home to find Linus’ snout “decorated” with a cat’s
claw. Linus was one smart dog, but when it came to cats, he never learned.
What just happened here? How Linus would look when he had a claw
in his nose. If you look closely, you can see the mixture of betrayal and befuddlement in his face.
One would think this would only have to happen once or twice to make a final impression
on a dog that favored a breed as smart as a German Shepherd. That after having a few claws taken out of one's snout, such
a dog would stop invading the cats' personal space.
One would be wrong.
|
