M0onkist
Well-Known Member
When my boys were alive, we all lived up at the farm, and my grandmother's dog would sometimes go into the laundry room (which was on the main floor, and where the ratties were kept). The rat cage was up on an old school desk, and though I would never vouch for Girl's sanity (just waaaaay too long on energy and waaaaaaay too short on brains), she sniffed them once, then just ignored them the whole rest of the time they were alive. Occasionally she'd sniff at the cage, but no more than a passing sniff. It's possible though that though she hunts groundhogs and occasionally chases the barn cats, having an animal inside the house was 'different' to her. I don't really know. The boys completely ignored her in return, and I don't think the ever woke up from one of their siestas to sniff at her in return.
Now that I'm living back in the city, in an apartment with my boyfriend, there are no other pets - just Plumeria (and before she passed, Princess as well).
What breed are your dogs, RedGal?
Now that I'm living back in the city, in an apartment with my boyfriend, there are no other pets - just Plumeria (and before she passed, Princess as well).
What breed are your dogs, RedGal?