In line with my previous post about cats and dogs... meet Sam. Sam is Pickles' boyfriend and he lives down the road. He visits our house sometimes and when he does he barks at Pumpy and me because he thinks we're squirrels. Or something. So last week Sam was here and while Pumpy went upstairs to find respite in the bedroom, I held my ground in the lounge and I can assure you that I hissed and spit at him whenever he tried to come near me. I would have smacked him, too, except the woman intervened a few times.