My dirty pawed rascal had his bed taken over by a senior member of the family tonight. Oscar wasn't quite sure what to do with Dante on his bed. I think he really wanted to play with Kitty, but he doesn't understand the difference in sizes or what to make of the difference in species. All of this usually ends up with Oscar barking his head off at Dante for what seems like hours (especially if it's early in the morning and you're trying to sleep in). Dante stood his ground on Oscar's bed for quite a while before finally giving up the space in a rather violent fit that had all the animals hyped up (though I'm sure the fact that I had treats in my hand didn't really help matters). But no animals were harmed and everyone settled back down pretty quickly. I've noticed that Oscar has a scratch on the top of his nose that looks suspiciously like Dante's handiwork. Maybe he'll learn his lesson soon enough.
Title: "Dirty Paws" by Of Monsters and Men
Labels: Dante, Life, Music, Oscar
