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Originally Posted by dawn27  Here is a funny story...although NOT as funny as a good poop story! When my Quincy was younger my neighbor had a young cat (Fuzzy)who she would let go outdoors and who's favorite place to go would soon become my front porch, yea me! At first I didn't mind her coming. Quincy would get into his little playful mode and do the doggy dance wanting to interact with her. I could always tell when Fuzzy was on the porch. Quincy would go into play mode while sitting on the opposite site of our full view glass door. I had no fears that if he got out of him doing anything to her because he grew up with a cat (Sheena) who had passed away a few months earlier. So we did a few test runs with him on his leash just to see how things went. They did very well together. After a while I though each was "playing nice" I would let them go out into the fenced in yard to play. Once Fuzzy saw Quincy she would follow us right into the yard. This went on for months and it was nice that Quincy had a play mate. Well I did this several times until one day we go out into the yard. I'm going about my business (I am so laughing right now) doing my gardening when out of the corner of my eye "I see Quincy running for his life, dragging his dear friend Fuzzy around the back yard, attached to his hair". (I am still laughing, now with tears in my eyes) I was laughing so uncontrollably I almost pees myself. After I gained control, I'm out in the yard chasing the two of them around yelling Quincy stop / Quincy come. But he was so freaked out by the whole thing he wouldn't listen to me. I must have chased them around the yard for at least 10-15 mins. Finally, I got to him and helped Fuzzy release her Death Grip!  Just pretent that the baloon is a cat and you get the idea...lol. It was one of the highlights of that summer that year! |
lol.. I say somthing like that on youtube ones.. that's funny poor Quincy did they play together after that?