This is a continuation of my September 17th post, "The Jealous Jack", so if you haven't read that one yet give it a quick read and come back to this one. That's only a suggestion so that you have the full picture of the type of situation I've described and am about to illustrate. Certainly no one is stopping you from reading on.
So far, Skippy's jealousy issues with Kitty have caused her to whine, foolishly jump down from the couch to receive Kitty's wrath, and roll over on her back, shifting her body to procure our attention, thus diverting it from the cat. If both of us are present, and one is near Skippy, that person will try to calm her down and explain that the cat is allowed to have love too. If only one of us is present and the cat is laying on us, the dog whines louder and twists her body back and forth in her futile effort to get us to pet her. But she is not satisfied to simply pet. To fully please this Jack Russell we must not allow the cat do any of the following: climb on us, purr while on sitting on us, or lay on us while casually licking one of her paws, thus rubbing her one-on-one time in Skippy's face. Personally, I don't think the cat cares what Skippy thinks.
What I do think is that my Jack Russell is completely pathetic, and maybe a bit mental. When her transparent attempts to distract, deter, and divide us from the cat have all failed; when it is clear that the cat has won and all hope of Kitty's rejection is lost, Skippy admits defeat. But she doesn't take this defeat passively. She jumps off the couch hesitantly, takes a few more steps before she stops in the middle of the floor. Isolated and forlorn, she looks back with one last attempt to exude her pathos, hoping that I will take pity on her and eject the cat from my presence. Dejected and determined to be alone, she trots to the door and barks to be let out. Sorry, Skippy: I'd let you out but I have a cat on me.
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