Dogs are dogs.  And cats are cats.

And sometimes the two shall meet…..

We got home late yesterday evening from our home in the south.  To make a long story short….. we adopted a new dog in the north.  So yesterday evening, all the dogs and cats met for the first time.

Things actually went better than I expected.

Brief assessment of the players:

1. Maxine – 11 year old terrier mix rescue… has ruled the roost here for nearly a decade.
2. Frances – 9 year old lab mix rescue….has been ruled by her little sissy Maxine…ever since the day Frances arrived.
3. Winslow Homer, aka, Winnie – psychotic cat… 11 years old…. neurotic and prone to hallucinations, and severe paranoia.  Doesn’t care who rules the roost… as long as they don’t look at her and heaven forbid…. don’t touch her.

New kid on the block:

4. Ollie – 9 month old terrier mix… energetic, and … extremely cute & lovable …. and let’s say… um…. energetic.  Did I mention she was a bit on the energetic side?  Oh yes, and an enormous penchant for cats.

The first conversation between Winnie and Ollie:

Win:  “Touch me, you little mongrel, and I WILL slap those ears right off the sides of your head.”

Ollie:  “What the heck are ears?  Hey, can I sniff your butt again?  Then let’s touch noses… hard!  Hey… your but smells waffles.  Hey, hey… what is that possessed-demon-growl noise coming from your belly?  You need some Tums?  Hey… now your butt smell like candy corn… let me chew on your cheeks a little.. yeah, yeah, yeah…now back to your butt… oh now it smells like….. ”

We have a little work to do here.

I am pretty sure I brought my Canine-Feline Magic Wand home with me…. I just can’t remember which box I packed it in….  And until I find it…..  Things in this little corner of the animal world seem to be just a bit “Ruff.  Ruff.”