My wife was still living with her parents when she first brough him home. He got along just great with their two cats, one of whom, named Feet, is black and white. Always poked him in the butt just like you describe, but Feet was apparently just a little too fast for him.

One night, we let him out the back door, and he spotted Feet under the bushes and ran to "greet" him. Well ... it wasn't Feet. It was something else about the same size that was also black and white. And very unhappy at getting poked in the butt.

Did you know that at that range the only way to completely remove skunk scent is to shave the dog's head?


I feel for you. I never had pets growing up. Since I met my wife, the first one I've been there to see the end was the cat we got together. He'd run up every night when I got home from work and jump op on the back of the couch by the front door. I'd bend down and he'd jump up on my shoulder like a parrot, and stay there while I made dinner. That hurt losing him six months later from FIP.