So, Hank and I have some company this weekend. His name is Alpine.
Alpine belongs to the Eaves. I live in their little house. They are away in St. George and needed someone to tend Alpine. I figured that he's little enough that he can't be too much trouble. I think he's fabulous, but Hank doesn't really agree so much. This is a little bit of how the adjustment is going for him:
This is what Hank looked like when he first saw that their was a foreigner in the house:
He tried to be inconspicious as he assessed the situation:
He tried to be inconspicious as he assessed the situation:
He gave that up and started stalking the poor thing:
They finally started seeing eye to eye:
Alpine will go home tomorrow and I can safely say that they absolutely tolerate one another.
6 comments:
I love the picture of Hank's ears! What a hoot. We have two cats and our daughter's dog is here and he devils them to death. He wants to play tag and they want to growl and hiss.
Shan, what a cute post... love the many photos documenting Hank's aversion to that sweet little dog!
{{Hugs}}
Grammie
That is a cute puppy. I love him. You should have told us. I have three kids who would have loved to harass that sweet puppy.
I agree with Lynne. The ear pic is the funniest.
I love your guts, and have nothing to say about that little dog. Those kitty ears are cute though. PLus, I miss your guts too.
I think those people need to start watching your cat so YOU can come down to St. George!
I wandered over here from Lynne's Somewhat Invented Life. LOVE your kitty pictures, especially Hank's ears.
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