Sunday, September 26, 2010
There Was a Woofy in My House
Karen Jo: That was my next door neighbor with her miniature pinscher. You weren't afraid of that little woofy, were you?
Of course not. I'm lots bigger than that woofy. Actually, I was interested in her and started to cautiously walk toward her, but then the lady scooped her up in her arms.
Karen Jo: My neighbor was afraid that you were doing more stalking than walking.
Stalking? I wasn't in stalking mode. I wasn't even lashing my tail.
Karen Jo: No, but you were twitching it back and forth.
That just shows that I was interested.
Karen Jo: You know that and I know that, but my neighbor didn't know that. She didn't want any kind of confrontation. She loves that woofy very much and didn't want her to get hurt.
When have I ever hurt anyone?
Karen Jo: Would you like to see the puncture marks?
Those were all accidents. I've never poked a hole in you on purpose.
Karen Jo: I know, but if you swatted at that little woofy, you could have hurt her by accident. She doesn't have thick fur like you do.
I guess I understand, but all I wanted to do was sniff her and check her out. After the woofy got picked up, things got boring, so I decided to leave.
Karen Jo: You gave me a disapproving look on your way out, too.
Of course. I don't want you to get any ideas about woofies being welcome in my house.