The cat and dog belonged to the man I was dating after my husband had died. His name was Bob. Kids playing in the park nearby taught Cassie to catch a frisbee. Cassie was part coyote.

Cassie's mom belonged to Bob's friend Bill. Bill's dog had puppies...a gift from a wandering coyote. The puppies had some of that savy that their coyote father had. Bill's pup had a bad habit of killing chickens. No matter what Bill did, the pup got another chicken. They were down to a small number of chickens. Finally, one friend said He would cure the dog. he would teach it to not kill chickens. He grabbed the dog, tied him to a tree and beat him soundly with the dead chicken. They left the dog tied up in the strong hot sun with the chicken tied to his neck, figuring the experience of a smelly chicken would cure the dog of his habit.

The family went away for a few hours, leaving the dog to his misery. When they came back, the dog had eaten the chicken.

Cassie came from the same litter, but He was a more mellow dog. Cassie lived with a cat, Honey by name. Bob thought that Honey was an evil cat. I was there one evening when Bob had to go out, briefly. I stayed in the house.

Cassie was snoozing on the rug. Honey came by and smacked the dog with her paw, claws extended. Cassie was started awake. He jumped to his feet and looked around, as if saying, "What did I do? What did I do?" Honey strolls by, satisfied with her evil deed.

Another evening, same scene. Cassie is on the rug. Bob is out. I am sitting on the couch, just watching the animals. Bob has his garbage can under the sink. The cabinet door is closed. Nice smelly garbage smells are coming from that cabinet. The dog nose knows. The cat nose knows. Honey goes up to the cabinet door. Her paws pry the door, trying to open the door. Cassie gets up from the rug and goes over to the cabinet. Cassie stops Honey from opening the door. Honey looks disgusted. Moral of the story: Dog has a sense of right and wrong. Cat does not.