Cats and Dogs

Getting along...

or living with others

Mia the Cat and Buddy Dog lay in the solarium of the house.

Oz come bounding up barking: "Let's go play! Let's go play!

Play! Play! Play! Play!"

Mia says: "Leave me be. I just want to sit quietly. I'll stay."

Buddy says: "OK! OK! Let's play!"

Oz asks: "What about you Mia? Don' cha wanna play?"

Mia looks away: "No. I want to do yoga and meditate. Leave me."

Bob, their human, comes into the solarium. "Hey you wanna go for a walk?"

"Oh Boy! Oh Boy! Oh Boy! My favorite! Come on Oz! Let's go!" Buddy barks.

"Come on Oz!"

"Yoga? Meditate?" queries Oz. "Does she yoga? Does she meditate? What is that anyway? Yoga? Meditate?"

"Aw, don't worry." offers Buddy. That's what she does. She sits, rolls around the floor and stretches into all these weird positions and then she relaxes. I think she just sits and thinks about nothing. Don't worry. She's cool."

"I don't meditate. I play." barks Oz.

"Exactly!" agrees Buddy. "Ours is not to do what others do or be what others are, but to be ourselves. We are here to be ourselves, to be happy and to love everybody."

"Here comes Pippin! Hiya!" The three become more as they walk down the lane.

"All Right! I'm playing with Freddy!" Pippin romps with them.

"Here's Spooky! What's happening?"

"There's Alicia with all her little puppies!" Buddy turns to her, "How are the little rascals?"

They get to a road and run down the road ahead of Bob, to have a good bark with Sadie and Gus. "Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark........"

Moving along the road they see a deer at the crest of the hill. It turns and bounds into the forest.

At a trail they see a raccoon rambling on. They try to talk with it, but it just growls, doesn't understand their language.

Birds sing and chatter from tree to tree. Pilleated woodpecker pounds into body of an old dead tree deeper in the woods. 

"I just love these dogwood trees. Don't you Buddy?" says Bob.

"Dogwood? What's a dogwood?" wonders Oz.

"It's that tree with lovely white flowers. Look up. They flower now in spring." Buddy smiles.

"So, why call them dogwood?" asks Oz.

"'Cause they have such great bark." chuckles Buddy.

"What's that?" Oz turns her head as a gray and brown four-legged crosses the road and scampers up a deer trail into the forest.

"Think it's a coyote." offers Buddy.

"Do they like to play?" suggests Oz as she starts to run.

"No." Buddy stops Oz, "They are wild. Might hurt you if challenged or cornered. To each their own. Let it be. Leave them alone in nature. You tell by their vibes. If they come up to you happy and friendly you have to read their energy to see if they are real, friendly and happy or not. Be careful with all creatures.

A great bald eagle perched atop a giant douglas fir opens its wings and takes to the air to fly. It swoops down, waves it's wings and soars above them and over the forest.

"Come on, let's go home and I'll fix you dinner." says Bob. Buddy, Oz and Bob go home.