Cool autumn weather, beach-side patio and live music! The perfect opportunity for the three of us to spend some time together. Perry loves live music and Raleigh and I love to go anywhere dogs are welcome.
When we walked onto the patio everyone turned to look at Raleigh. They do that, because he's a good-looking dog, but I blushed. Why? Because I’m shy! I remind myself, they’re not looking at me; they’re looking at Raleigh.
Raleigh is the quintessential urbane dog; he loves to go to restaurants. Usually he walks among tables with the aloof air of canine royalty.
The three of us walked onto the patio. We spied the table we wanted
and began navigating our way down the isle.
Suddenly, Raleigh lunged and barked! People who were already looking at us gasped in alarm. People who weren't looking turned to look!
Cats! Raleigh had spied three cats! Right there in the middle of the patio. They apparently make their living begging shrimp tails off of kindly patrons. When they heard Raleigh they dove into the crawlspace under the restaurant like they were sucked under there by a vacuum cleaner.
He’s a well trained dog but he’s not trained well enough to override his deep biological need to chase kitties.
At 75 pounds he is difficult to control when he lunges and LOUD when he barks!
I was mortified. But Raleigh is no match for Perry and a pinch collar. He all but manhandled him to our little table at the far edge of the patio.
Perry sent Raleigh under table. Everyone was still looking! I wanted to crawl under there with him.
What is it about cats and dogs? I recently read something fascinating on this topic.