The same is true, or ought to be, about kids and dogs. It isn’t always. Our dogs, Luci and Toffee, are toy poodles, which means they’re smaller than our cat. He’s a big cat, admittedly, but hey, he’s a cat. The domestic kind. Not a leopard or anything.
Providing my readers with a sense of scale: Toffee with our cat, Misty |
Leading in some case, most strikingly in the one I mentioned, to deplorable results.
So when three kids came rushing up to us in the park today and asked to play with Luci and Toffee, I explained carefully that Luci was timid and wouldn’t want to play, but that Toffee would be only too pleased.
“If you run away from her,” I told them, “she’ll run after you but she’ll never catch you. Basically, she’ll run with you. She won’t bite you but, if you let her, she might lick you to death.”
The joy of being chased by Toffee Potentially never-ending as she never catches up |
One of them even worked out a way to persuade Luci to play a little – by chasing her, rather than expecting Luci to do the chasing.
Go about it right and even Luci can be got to play |
Toffee being over-affectionate And is that a failure of sibling protection? |
And have a lot more fun with each other than Fields ever gave either.
2 comments:
I have an irrational contempt for those who have an irrational fear of toffee
I can't help feeling that one of those isn't irrational. And it isn't the fear.
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