Sunday, September 27, 2009

Gonzo wants to eat Lizzy.

Well, at least he wants to bite her in her tiny little face.
See, I held Lizzy in my arms while kneeling down, so the two of them were equal height, and I turned her around so our boy could sniff, and told our boy to lay down and put Lizzy down near him, and kept them at a distance, and he still snapped in her general direction. So I chastised Gonzo that Lizzy's just a little girl, and put Lizzy down on her own porch. Lizzy did a tiny growl-bark-yip combo that I could only guess meant, "I could take 'im; let me at 'im!"
Maybe one day they'll get along. Maybe.

Not so good boy, Gonzo. But at least I think you're getting it, that you can't eat Chrissy's* dog.

More to come, so come back if you're interested.

1 comment:

  1. Poor Lizzy, it's not her fault she's dinner sized.