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I have a scaredy-cat Schnauzer sitting on my lap!! Mick is using the petrol mower to cut the back lawn and she HATES the noise of it

Fraggs doesn't mind, he's watching Mick through the patio doors

Aw, poor thing

My three puss-cats used to run and hide when the road sweeper came along the pavement and one of them used to hate my putting the ironing board up The noise from such a small cat well, they were half Siamese

She's happy now - all done

She hates the hoover too, Fraggs just wants to 'help'

Awww bless her Billy used to hate the hoover but he's okay with it now. I couldn't hoover until Tom was home so that he could take him out for a walk while I quickly got it done Also, when he was a little pup and had just started going for walks he didn't like the diggers that were working around the estate and refused to move if we saw one so he had to be carried

Oh bless!!!!

They are funny, aren't they???

Funny the things they take against isn't it
Minnie just gets out of the way of the hoover, which is fine. She hates if the rain hits the front window,she goes out to the kitchen by the back door - where I'm sure it's far noisier

Our cat, Trudi, wasn't scared of dogs. Her 'brother' was a huge Alsatian and if she could scrag him then any dog was game.

Tiny was my ex's gran'dad's dog. He was a Yorkie terrier with the same build as an anorexic Chihuahua and he wore a bow, but he lived near Sellafield - he was fission material.

So, Joe is in Leeds to visit family and in he pops with Tiny, who is promptly put on the floor.

Cat sees dog, dog sees cat, and that's it! Growls and hisses and yelps and meows as they go for each other. Every so often they break off for a breather then it's back to the business. It eventually stops and....... there is not a mark on either of them. It was all bluff and bluster.

They tolerated each other, and at times were almost 'friends'.