Things might look calm and routine on the Bay of Fundy … to the innocent amongst you. Oh, some might think I’m going to harp on our Premier’s apparent attempts to sabotage the Atlantic Bubble, or the ongoing saga of Fish Farms and their affect on inshore fisheries, but I’m speaking about something much closer to home.
It was only a few days ago that I was enjoying peaceful walks on Park trails, and chasing wildlife much too expert at hiding from me. At the moment any feelings of calm, quiet, or domestic bliss have been replaced by an atmosphere resembling the slow destruction of the old mail boat I found hidden at the backside of a cove. Only louder.
It’s my own fault. I’m the one who decided to bring the puppy into the house. To be fair, I didn’t know he was an idiot. I’ve discovered that he really doesn’t learn. For example, no matter how many times another animal tells him to “knock it off” he just keeps pushing. His best friend Dixie weighs at least 50 pounds and she’s known for her temper. That doesn’t stop him trying to convince her to be his puppy-mama.
Fergus was always fairly easy going – Oh, he was never as passive as his brother, but playful is not mean. The cats were not happy when Fish arrived and his constant attempts to make friends met with decidedly different results. Duff has accepted him and will even allow the little daemon to jump on his back once or twice (he isn’t willing to be a puppy-mama either). Fergus started off with a desire to kill the dog and things haven’t improved.
Outright war has been declared.
Things came to a head yesterday and have yet to reach a climax. I’ve told you that the big dufus of a yellow lab which lives next door comes wandering into the house. The cats can sense he’s no threat so they just follow him around looking suspicious. I was doing something and heard paw-steps and assumed it was our usual visitor. Nope.
A young, high strung, dog named Huckleberry decided to come through the open back door. He’s gorgeous and really, really, hyper. I put Fish’s leash on him and returned him to the kids calling his name. Fergus and Duff apparently felt that this was the final straw. Cats can punish their owners in a variety of ways and Fergus is using all of them. sigh He is also determined to rid the world of the annoying, little, brat he feels has caused his happy life to be ruined. My cat is pissed, the dog is (justifiably) scared but still stupid, and I just want a little peace.
I found this perched in some rocks the other day. They’ll never find me there.