My dog Elfie made a discovery last night that has rocked her world. We were sitting on the sofa enjoying a night of prime time television when all of the sudden, Elfie started growling. The kind of growl reserved for intruders, and danger lurking around the corner. It would not stop. She growled and growled for a good ten minutes. But I couldn't figure out what had her so upset.
I checked the front door -- nothing. I checked the back door -- nothing. I looked in the closets. I even wondered if there was a mouse in the house. There wasn't, thank heavens.
Then I followed her line of vision. Sitting upon on the fireplace mantel was my newest Halloween decoration.
It's been there for weeks, but Elfie only just made the discovery of its appearance in our living room. She does not like it. Not one bit.
I took the black cat off the mantle and set it on the floor. The growling erupted into intense barking. Elfie even jumped off the sofa to assume the attack position -- which by the way she has only done once before when we had another dog living with us . . . that she did not like. AT. ALL.
Poor Murphy Brown -- Nemesis No. 1, didn't stand a chance. Elfie hated him from the minute he walked in the door. We had to find Murph another place to live, but that's another story.
Well . . . all I have to say is that Elfie is going to have to suck it up. I'm not getting rid of this cat -- even if the rest of the family hates it too.