Interesting fact these two are playing but they are using play behaviors of their own species so they dont really “match up”!
Dog – is “bowing” and using open mouth “bites” as forms of play
“Play fight with me!”
Cat – is giving the little paw bats they use when playing with kittens
“Cute kittens get booped!”
They are both trying to engage the other in a playful way but not understanding the others responce.
The dog is like “you smack so no play? but not hard smack and no bad noise so not angry?”
The cat is like “why you jump around? open mouth but no chomp? no hiss so is okay?”
And then they sort of settle with a kind of communal grooming gesture they both understand!
Dog: no play? okay i lay… we calm now friend!
Cat: sad? no play? is ok i luv u weird kitten!
sdjaslkdjaskldjaskldja this is the most adorable thing
Another thing to note- cat tail-wagging doesn’t necessarily indicate anger or upset. It means the cat is somewhat worked up. In this case, it’s a good sort of excitement, or at least of concentration. Sometimes you’ll see it in cats that are climbing and have to focus intently.
So my grandmother and I went into town today to hit up the Walmart for corn meal. She warned me that a lot of brands mix a little wheat flour in, so we’d have to check the ingredients. Since Deacon doesn’t have any experience with corn meal, I figured I’d give him a little test and have him check the bags before we looked at the ingredients. He alerted to every bag on the shelf.
My grandmother thought this was the Best. Thing. Ever. She was so delighted to have him alert and then she’d look at the bag and say “yes! he’s right! check the next one!” (video is him checking the second to last one on the shelf). Because of this we gathered quite a crowd of spectators, one of which was a store employee, who ran a few aisles over and brought back a bag of gluten-free cornbread muffin mix for him to check. He said it was safe, at which point everyone watching collectively lost their shit. You would have thought we’d just won the Stanley cup. Strangers were hugging. It was unreal.
So afterward I held an impromptu Q&A session since none of them had ever seen a service dog before, and then a police officer who was watching told me all about the Malinois their force had, and even got choked up talking about the dog’s passing last year.
Since getting home, my grandmother has proudly told this story to every single person that called the house this afternoon (she’s a very popular lady), whether it be family members, quilting friends, or the preacher, one of which responded, delighted, that her daughter had already heard the story from her husband who was doing the grocery shopping that morning.
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