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Ha! BB does not trust me one little bit when it comes to her “security”. When I go to let her out the door; she marks numerous pieces of furniture with the glands under her neck so she will be sure not to dare to get lost on her way back inside to get to her treat bowl & water dish. I am SHE WHO IS NOT TO BE TRUSTED to let her back in the house later.

Reminds me of a kitten Toby. When he was still small enough to lie in one of my hands, he was with us in the yard. Some friends had brought their Yorky dog. Toby was very alert, of course, but interested and apparently confident he could handle one small dog. However, then a neighbor's dog also came over, and Toby quickly jumped up onto a fork in a tree watching the dogs and facing away from me.

At that point, I felt I should save him, and came up behind him and picked him up with both hands. He immediately spun around in my hands to face me and was in full spitting-fire attack mode ready to rip my face off or die trying. It was a fearsome little killing-machine, but he quickly realized I was OK and I carried him back into the house out of danger.

I will never forget that fierce little face.