My Misty had the sweetest nature. But she growled and bared her teeth at my mother when they first met. We had just walked back from the bus stop, a good mile in pouring rain after a train journey, and we were both exhausted from travelling for 9 hours. Then she was in an unfamiliar house with people she didn't know. She was doing fine until my mother rushed at her, without warning, crowded her whole body with hers over the top of her, and pushed her face right into Misty's.
Misty growled, then stopped, looked up at me, with "I am so sorry! I know I did the 'wrong thing'.....But who are these people, and is there any safe place here I can just lie to recover?"
It all worked out well, and Misty grew to like my mother very much.
But we owe it to them to try to think like they do in every circumstance.
Misty growled, then stopped, looked up at me, with "I am so sorry! I know I did the 'wrong thing'.....But who are these people, and is there any safe place here I can just lie to recover?"
It all worked out well, and Misty grew to like my mother very much.
But we owe it to them to try to think like they do in every circumstance.
