Wow, Boo!

Yur doing purdy gud - bein THAT klowze to da Dawggie so soon!

Dad dun this when I furst arrived into Boots, da Kat's domaine...

I, bein da Dawggie NewKummer - hadda wear a LEASH onna neckbelt - either wrapped round Dad's wrist, his belt, or tied to a sturdy tabul leg. DAT gave da Kat a "safe-zone" - soon as he figgered out how far da Leash went!

I wuz *nebber* 'loud ta shout, Grrr, or *Chaze* da Kat!
(Gotz a *butt-smak* wiffa newzypapur or da fly swattur iffin I tried bein *nasty* atta Kat.)

An Dad did a lotta Holdin da Kat - wiff me bein loud ta *sniff* reel gentle-like - till we got ta knowe each udder. And he did a lotta luvin to both of us - atta same time.

An like Miz Johanna sed - da Kat stuff - krunchiez, wadder, anna sand box - all are *off-limitz* inna hooman baffroom. NO Dawgz loud in der whenna Kat wuntz ta *skratch* an powdur hiz noze inna box!!

Smoke got da same treatment when he moved in wiff us - Leashy onna neck-belt tied ta sumpin... till da Kat started ta *trust* him not ta be too ruff.

Kat's reel *mild* now-a-daze ~ wandurz all ober da howze wiffout a wurrie inna wurld - we all three *rassel* an *ruff-howze* wiffout Dad havin ta holler hardly at all.

Lil bit different in yur New Howze - Wylie da Dawg wuz der furst - be he'z gotta learn da Kat lives there, too - now.

Prolly otta keep em apart when no hoominz are around ta be referee fur a few weekz - but dey gotta learn ta get along. Try not to let one get to *bossy* or *nasty* towards da udder one!