I used don't enjoy Jimbo much when we first brought him home. At the moment, we had an older Dachshund named Frank which has been so easy going, really simple to look after. Frank needed no oversight. He simply did not have any tendency to push the envelope at all.
But talk about adorable. This Jack Russell canine has been the epitome of adorableness. But what a small arrogant brat he can be!
And this is exactly what we had been used to. We had no idea what we were in for. Nor did bad old Frank. or our bad old cat Peter.
Peter was quite protective of his dignity and appreciated his everyday walk across the lawn to his own personal latrine area. Obviously, things would never be the exact same for Peter. His faith and suave stride were quickly converted to dread and a terrorized sprint as Jimbo, who put in scheming but individual wait, realizing full well Peter's everyday routine, sprung out of cover and conducted that bad cat up the nearest tree.
I will never forget the look on Peter's face as he glared at the tiny tyrant jump away in glee. And, after some deep swallows and regaining his now ruined pride, Peter gradually and gracefully climbed down, swearing his particular and eternal hatred for Jimbo every downward step of the way.
And I wish I could inform you that connection enhanced over time…however, the one thing which enhanced is that Peter got his claws into Jimbo enough time to keep him at bay… all the time anyhow.