Have I got a story to tell. It is absolutely hair raising and you know I have a lot of hair.
Once I come in after barking at the dogs across the alley, the school kids and chasing the bus, I have a couple of cheerios. Huck taught me that. I maybe play with Frank, chase Dad, that kind of stuff before Mom leaves. Mom picks me up to give me one last snuggle before she goes when, I look out the window over the kitchen sink. It is usually too high for me. What do you know there is the most ferocious looking black and white dog. I mean this sucker is huge. It just glares at me. It has the biggest teeth I have every seen and the sneer on its face. I swear I will have nightmares for months.
Mom puts me down and I want to make one thing perfectly clear, there is only enough room for one dog in my backyard. I growl at it in the most menancing way to show him who's boss. Just to make sure I get my point accross I go to the patio door that is more at my level to see that he got the idea. And he was gone. Success!!!!! Here's a picture Mom got before it ran off