A Meowmie just can't win!

I can never catch a break with these two. Boone (our Lab) was sick all
over the kitchen floor. Before you feel too sorry for him he was sick
because he had swallowed too big of a piece of bone. After I scrubbed
down the kitchen floor Boone wanted to cuddle on the bed so I indulged
him. Well, Oliver was feeling frisky and he started trying to attack us
from under the bed, and then under the covers. Then he started to jump
up, bite Boone's foot and then dive back under the bed. Repeatedly.
Each time Boone would look at me like MAKE HIM STOP. When talking
didn't stop Oliver from his attacks I got the squirt bottle. I fired a
warning shot but Oliver looked rather contemptuously at me. I swear he
was laughing and calling me a coward. The next time he attacked I
squirted him good, right in the middle of the chest. That stopped him
mid attack and he ran off the bed. Was Boone happy? No. Boone turns on
me and gives me a dirty look and starts grumbling, runs over to Oliver
and starts checking him out. He acted like I had been using rubber
bullets or something. Geesh.
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Margaret Fine

Margaret Fine wrote:
mid attack and he ran off the bed. Was Boone happy? No. Boone turns on
me and gives me a dirty look and starts grumbling, runs over to Oliver
and starts checking him out. He acted like I had been using rubber
bullets or something. Geesh.

Awwww... what a good older brother, looking after the little one!!!

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Victor M. Martinez
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