A Diplomatic Dog Tail

Everything changed when the dog moved in across the street. A loud canine with ferocious opinionated teeth that loved chewing on any type of bone. Looking over from my property knowing the terrain that I lived the new chatter bug barking up a storm could be heard all down the street. Creating a ruckus about anything, nonstop until one day when I was forced to address the issue.

Approaching the fence using feline grace I secured my hidden secrets to ascend the structure that provided a bird's eye view upon the land the dog protected.

“What are you so angry about?” I did meow.

“This and that,” I interpreted from his reply.

“Is this and that the new two-party system,” I thought to myself watching the four-legged pet guarding his neighborhood castle, “maybe it was one of those monthly things of getting things off the chest.”

Being a showoff or daredevil, I decided to attempt a theatrical jump using my legs. After a successful landing that would earn a ten, I gracefully strutted along in a tempting manner luring the angry away from the beast. Within a second my spell took hold eliminating any idea danger was a reality. This invading devil saw something in me, and I took a seat, wagged my tail feeling diplomatic wanting to develop a relationship not a fight.

When the unknown element showed his kind side by laying down peacefully to enjoy the sunshine rays I could honestly say, something changed, and I found a new companion right next door.