Lucy is trying to be good.
She's doing her darndest to be the best Golden Retriever ever.
But she's being taken down by a 10 pound cat.
Until Moo moved in.
Over the weeks we've watched their proximity grow. Instead of living on separate floors, they now both live comfortably upstairs, preferably at least nine feet apart. When Moo saunters in, Lucy watches her with a closely trained eye to see where she's going to nap next. And I've caught Lucy sniffing out the house to see where Miss Kitty has gone so that she can curl up on the floor somewhere underneath the cat's current perch of a windowsill or easy chair.
Lucy means no harm. And Moo means no kindness.
Maybe one day, they'll be friends.
You just never know.