Take the woofies to the stabby place and get some new backbones installed.
Ok, really, size matters. If the woofies are tiny spastic yappers, they're probably afraid of the kitties, and they need to be fed where the kitties can't get to them. But if they're like big dogs? Doood, make sure your doors and windows are locked tight every night, because they're gonna be too chicken to protect you even from killer moths and evil introoder mosquitos. And then feed them where the kitties can't get to them and steal their noms, but point and laugh and mock them for their wussiness.
That's what I would do. Point and laugh.
Well, I would do that anyway. Just because they're dogs.
Oh, and give the kitties extra treats, because without them you may never have come to realize just how deep the woofy wussiness runs.
About Max
Max Thompson, other wise known as the Psychokitty, has been blogging about his view on the human condition at The Psychokitty Speaks Out and is also the author of several popular books.
Because his email frequently overflowed (fine, 2 or 3 letters a week) asking for his particular pearls of wisdom, he decided to make it easier for the masses to share in his feline font on knowledge.
So go ahead. Ask him a question. He'll answer almost anything.
Books I Wrote
clicking on The Rules cover.
You want them. You know you do.
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