Had a boxer/rhodesian ridgeback cross. Was a bit of a sensitive soul, but turned into a raging freak whenever she sighted a cat. And that was from a puppy. Nothing we did to her to make her that way.
Anywho, she used to trundle along glued to my side when I push biked to and from work. One day we biked past a 'cat lady's place who used to put free cat tucker out for stray moggies. Dog instantly turns into Mr Hyde: cats make for nearest tree. Dog zooms up tree just as easily as cats, breaks two necks and throws them out of the tree before I can blink and call her off. Rest of the cats get out so far along various skinny branches that they do a good impression of Hunter McDonald on the Len Lye windchime pole in Wellington. Trots back to my side proud as punch![]()
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