It reminds me of when Rebekah was three years old and we left her with my parents for a few days while we went to Vancouver. I'm not sure whose child we picked up from my parents' farm, but it most certainly wasn't my sweet little daughter! She had my parents so under her control that when she wanted a drink of water her grandma was the one who was allowed to fill the glass, but she insisted the water be delivered to Her Royal Highness by her grandpa. True story. The good news is Rebekah grew up to be a lovely young woman, and is now completely capable of getting her own drinks. This gives me great hope for Fergus.
This picture is also misleading. It gives the appearance that Fergus and Emily are friends. They aren't. Fergus is sitting on the steps to keep Emily from being able to go into the kitchen.
This picture might look like our three pets enjoying each other's company. Again, this would be misleading.
Emily is waiting for someone to open the door and let her through to the basement - a place she is safe from canines. The dogs are waiting for her to make her move. As soon as she does Fergus and Jenny become The Hounds of Hell.
Finally, Fergus and his accomplice Jenny have turned into the neighbourhood busybodies. They spend hours looking out this window. Fergus seems to have a goal of barking at every school child who walks by our house.
In spite of his antics, or maybe because of them, I really missed Fergus while I was away. Judging by his reaction when I got home, I think the feeling was mutual.