Since I brought the cat home, I've been really good about keeping Bex on a leash so the poor animal isn't terrorized. Turns out, I think the animal to watch for is that fucking cat. She's totally sweet about 97% of the time however, if the dog is even skirting around the edges of her radar (read: breathing) all bets are off.
Sev likes to spend most of her day sleeping in the window of my bedroom and I'm happy to oblige. Towards the end of the day, I kick her out and force her to socialize with us in the main room. Bex is kept on a leash while the cat resentfully pokes around. Eventually, she'll settle on the back of the sofa where it's pretty clear that she tries to become invisible.
However, the second the dog so much as thinks about farting, back go the ears. I like to call it, Sev's Horned Owl Impression. So far nothing has come of it because the dog doesn't even acknowledge her existence. So much so, that today, as Bex walked past the cat on her way to me, she got a sound bopping on the head. In another day or two, I'll start leaving Bex off the leash for short periods of time and we'll see how it goes.
But honestly, at this point? I think Sev's the burdening career criminal in the family. Bex isn't going to amount to much more than a shitty getaway driver.
