The dog has found (or been given?) a tub and I assume there's something tasty inside.
In the great unceasing War between the Cats and the Dogs where do you stand?
As a child I always found dogs extremely unpleasant- the leaping, the ugly barking, the nasty licking business, the crotch rubbing, the sudden, volatile movements, their inability to recognize or respect personal space, their sniffing, their revolting smell, the vicious pack instinct...
Since then, I have modified my position to a less absolutist one and come to like certain terriers and a kind of small-to-medium sized yellowish dog you sometimes see wandering the streets around here rather innocently.
But in the War I am still firmly on the side of Puss with her lovely tail and soft fur.
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