You may or may not know that I have two adorable Pomeranians. They are the sweetest and smartest dogs I know. I may be biased, but they’re my fur babies and I’m allowed to be. They are quiet little creatures that ask for very little. We go on hikes, they get supplements, we give them a lot of snuggle time and always shower them with love. They are good boys. Yes, they are good boys until…the ferals come into view.
Our ferals have been with us now for months. They hang out in our yard, lie on our decks, and stalk mice in our bushes. The Nuggets (my name for both Poms) know this. I know they know this. It doesn’t matter. As soon as they see any of the cats they lose their little dog minds. They bark, and run around, and scratch the couch, then bark some more.
The ferals were scared at first. They thought these angry dogs were about to be unleashed on them. So, anytime they heard the Nuggets, they ran like the wind. Now, they saunter slowly through the yard and flip the dogs off with their tails. They really do. I speak cat. I know this.
Here is the unfortunate part. I can’t tell the difference between Grady taking a stroll through the front yard or a murderer brandishing an ax coming up the side stairs. The barks and the behavior are the same. Have you heard the sounds that little dogs make when someone is in their territory? To say it’s annoying is not properly giving it the credit it deserves. So, I have to get up each time to check things out and remind the Nuggets that the ferals are not trying to kill us and take their rightful place in the house.
In future posts, I will talk about all of the shenanigans that my ferals do. I’ll go into detail about how they climb trees and look in our windows, sit on our deck banisters and stare down the Nuggets, and chase flocks of turkeys. For this post, I wanted to share what the ferals do to the other animals in our lives.
And so it will continue many, many times a week. I will see the cats mess with the dogs and I will hear the dogs bark at the intruders. I’m just glad it’s never that ax murderer.