dwatkins

cool, to bad my cat would kill it. Can't have any other animals in his house, he beat up a friends full grown Rotty.

Lmo

Now Watkins, that about beating up the Rot might not be saying much. I had a goofy Rot that was scared to death of everything. 95 lb. of pure cowardice. His favorite place to hide was our bed...under the covers. If someone knocked on the door, he had to be the first to the door - which meant that if I was trying to answer the door, I stood a real chance of being knocked down by Max in his quest to get there first. He'd bark and sound really formidable...until I got the door open. Then I stood the chance of getting knocked down again when he'd see that it was the mailman or some other stranger because he'd need to get behind me. God forbid I invite them in because then he'd start shaking and run for the bedroom, where his big fat lard ass would hide in the bed (trembling!) and under covers until the stranger left the house. Often, in his haste to get to the bedroom, he knocked things over, and that was funny too. He'd be trying to run like hell and his feet would slip on the floor, and then he'd knock something over, and the crash from that would scare him even worse! I can't tell you how many screen doors he tore up because the ex would put him out in the yard on a nice day and he'd get scared of something and want to go hide in bed. If he couldn't hook the screen door with his paw and let himself in, he'd jump right thru it. If I took him to my mom's house with all of her cats, he'd get scared of them and his big feet would leave sweaty paw prints on her floors. When the ex left, he took Max with him and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I went thru the place and had the screen doors repaired. Rots have size, not necessarily bravery.