Big day here! Mister Mike noticed a little dog outside in the yard on his way to work...turned out to be named Tigger, and he was reportedly a Pekinese cross, all black and tan and white, kind of like me but more like Sissy in coloring, with a curly tail. He was wearing a city dog tag and had a tattoo, so Mama found out who he was and where he came from and set forth to taking care of him for the day.
We were not amused.
We hid in the kitchen. Mama brought a catbox out to the bathroom for us. Bebe and Sissy stayed on top of the cupboards, while I lounged on the counter, and Pinky and V'lu kept trying to get into the living room to see who was in there. I knew it was a dog so I stayed out of sight.
Mama kept the dog from 10:30am to 7:15pm, when his person came to get him. He didn't bark much and Mama kept him on a leash so he was ok, I guess, but I am NOT encouraging any more canine visits of any length of time.
Contentedly yours,
Ellen
Boomshine
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