8 years ago my sister suggested I find a way to publish the amusing emails I sent her about our dog Zoe. Now there is blogging! Zoe tales are about Zoe (3 1/2 lb Chihuahua), Gracie (bigger and the world's friendliest Chihuahua) and other stuff I am thinking about. Enjoy!

Thursday, May 05, 2005

A Comment So Good...

...it should be a post. My sister and her partner cared for Zoe and Gracie while I jaunted off to Phoenix for the weekend. My sister's comment on my Crazy Dogs post is juicy enough to be a Zoe Tale and a bonus guest Backyard Babies Tale, too! Enjoy...

Hmmm, I baby-sat these dogs this weekend and had a similar experience. Our "killer kitty" Zena was allowed to meet the dogs while we prayed that she wouldn't rip them to threads. As she puffed up to three times her normal size and prowled the living room, Gracie sat (on top of Zoe's monogramed pocket)and watched the kitty show with her usual tongue hanging curiosity. Several attempts to get a whiff of the kitty landed Gracie stern warning swats to the backside by Zena. Through all of the commotion, Zoe slept under a blanket.

Hours later, Zoe emerged from under my partners blanket on the couch to see Zena making another attempt at patrolling her living room (which had been invaded by nuisance pups). This time Zoe felt the need to exert her considerable three pounds of muscle. Zoe got so worked up that Zena puffed to four times her normal size and we had to quarantine her again.

Needless to say, the cat meets dog experiment didn't work so well. We decided to keep Zena closed off in the west wing until the doggies were returned home.

Curiously, our porch kitty (known as Mama kitty) who is one of the "backyard babies" that we feed, acted much like puddin' head cat. She paid little attention to the dogs as they went in and out for walks and they paid little attention to her. At one point, Zoe even sat between me and the cat on the top of the stairs. Mama kitty and Zoe were less than a foot apart and Zoe pretended she wasn't there. Mama kitty, on the other hand, seemed slightly offended and did her best to scooch a few more inches away without giving up her coveted sun spot.

The moral of the story. Who the hell knows what goes on in the heads of these critters? Making it up is the fun part.


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