My dog is crazy, and for the most part, this is a very charming characteristic.
Little ones. Big ones. Placid ones. Playful ones. He hates them all. And he’s very physical about expressing it.Fortunately, he is about the size of a loaf of bread, so his chances of escaping the leash and enacting his murderous plans are slim.
Nonetheless, his thirst for blood is confusing for other dogs we meet on walks. Because mostly they just want to mind their own business. And sometimes they even want to make friends.
It’s also a bit sad for our dog, because it means he never has anyone to share his most important dog-moments – like frolicking, panting and rolling in poo.
Lucky for him, we have a big old cat.
The cat may be baffled by some of life’s doggier joys –
But he sticks by the dog and appreciates his quirks.
And he’s that rare kind of friend who tells it like it is.
All in all, it’s pretty much the perfect friendship.