How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spreads his claws. And welcomes little fishes in, with gently smiling jaws.
My stepdad just came in with his girlfriend's dog. It's a fluffy type dog, white, with a fancy haircut.. a bichon? Whatever.* I knew it probably wasn't the best idea, because Pru has never been around a dog before. And I warned him, that she wasn't going to like it. At first, when Ron was holding the dog, Pru sorta sniffed at him. I thought that when Ron let the dog go, Pru would bolt for my room, but she stood her ground. I was standing in the kitchen, going through some mail, watching them. Whenever the dog approached, Pru arched up and started hissing and pfftzing. She also made this terrible wail that sounded scared. But she didn't act scared. She acted wary. Turns out, the wailing sound merely means, "If you come one step closer, I will apply my shiv-like claws to your stupid dog face. Be warned, mutt." I could only assume that by leaving the dog running around, and going about his business, Ron expected the two of them to work it out. And work it out she did.
Hiss! Pftz-pfftz!!
*I'm not the fluffy pedigree dog with a fancy haircut type. I'm more of your mixed breed or lab type dog type.