Why, Roscoe, Why??
I haz a Neighbor.
We USED to haz a neighbor there, and her doggie hardly ever went outside, but the lady would come in and play with me. I wuv'd her.
The NEW neighbor is new.
They do not like me so much.
It is not ME...
...it is Roscoe.
Roscoe is a little terrier-yorkie mix, about the size of a wirehair fox terrier... a nice terrier-mutt!
He is Dog-Agressive.
See, I dunna unnerstand that.
I am all, "Hey, Roscoe is in his yard!! I wanna go out and PLAY!"
And Roscoe attacks the fenceline, barking and carrying on like he could KILLLLLLL me if he wanted!
And I am all, "But Roscoe... we could be FRIENDS."
I look so confused.
I walk back and forth, and I get VERY small for him. I lay down on the grass, or I sit down, and peek UNDER the fence instead of through... or I sit a little ways back from it.
I am all quiet, too. I am, "Roscoe, Man... don't you ever get LONELY? Sometimes I get Lonely... we could play! We could do DOG THINGS! I could run and you could chase me!"
But Roscoe is not into 'dog things'.
Unless it involves EATING me.
It makes me so confused.
So I am going to lay in the yard a little while again, and watch Roscoe run back and forth, and bark... and I will keep trying to dream up ways to make friends with him. Maybe if I find just the right toy to share... or a treat... or maybe he will get all tired out, and just STOP.
You never know.
We USED to haz a neighbor there, and her doggie hardly ever went outside, but the lady would come in and play with me. I wuv'd her.
The NEW neighbor is new.
They do not like me so much.
It is not ME...
...it is Roscoe.
Roscoe is a little terrier-yorkie mix, about the size of a wirehair fox terrier... a nice terrier-mutt!
He is Dog-Agressive.
See, I dunna unnerstand that.
I am all, "Hey, Roscoe is in his yard!! I wanna go out and PLAY!"
And Roscoe attacks the fenceline, barking and carrying on like he could KILLLLLLL me if he wanted!
And I am all, "But Roscoe... we could be FRIENDS."
I look so confused.
I walk back and forth, and I get VERY small for him. I lay down on the grass, or I sit down, and peek UNDER the fence instead of through... or I sit a little ways back from it.
I am all quiet, too. I am, "Roscoe, Man... don't you ever get LONELY? Sometimes I get Lonely... we could play! We could do DOG THINGS! I could run and you could chase me!"
But Roscoe is not into 'dog things'.
Unless it involves EATING me.
It makes me so confused.
So I am going to lay in the yard a little while again, and watch Roscoe run back and forth, and bark... and I will keep trying to dream up ways to make friends with him. Maybe if I find just the right toy to share... or a treat... or maybe he will get all tired out, and just STOP.
You never know.