It has finally happened … I am in Dog Hell. The humans rescued a little terrier mix that was running down the middle of the road. At first I thought, well, how nice and compassionate of my humans. After the little tyke is fed and taken care of, she can go live somewhere else.
But she is still here. She is bossy, dictatorial, and possessive. She thinks she owns the couch. So far she has bitten Crockett on the foot — boy was he surprised — chased Thunderbear out of the room, sent Buckaroo into Time Out, and actually challenged ME for the back-seat car space.