This is rather a long tale told mostly in pictures. The postures and expressions tell the story in themselves (with a little embellishment from moi).
I was sitting there further down on the bench from Domino, thinking that this was a drama about to take place -- and I was not disappointed. Whenever Dylan comes anywhere near Domino, the result is always disastrous. Dylan is the definition of a pesky little brother. And he doesn't know when to stop.
Domino must constantly remind him who is boss. Ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself. See for yourself how this tale unfolds. I have presented the pictures in the sequence in which they were taken.
It's a great day to get some fresh air!
Or is it? Dum, dum, dum!
Maybe if I ignore it, it will stay away.
No such luck!
As Dylan sniffs, Domino's sense of foreboding rises.
Maybe if I turn my back to him, he'll go away, she thinks.
The suspense is killing me, even if he isn't! Yet.
By now, Dylan has totally encircled his prey.
And Domino is still praying he'll leave.
Time for another whiff! These gas barbecues can give you a buzz.
Domino looks away, hoping Dylan will get the hint.
Dylan looks away, hoping to keep Domino off guard!
Finally, the inevitable attack from the rear. How undignified!
Hissssssssssssssssssssssssss!
I am Queen. How dare you touch my royal PURRson?
Still all puffed up from her rather unpleasant encounter, Domino moves to a more solitary place on the bench.
Domino is incredulous! He certainly didn't get the hint.
Her Highness is most displeased at this point. Just look at her face!
She tells Dylan "You stay over there and don't come any closer or there will be hell to pay".
There's a definite chill in the air and it isn't because of the snow.
Someone approacheth!
Who could it be?
O brother! Now there's two of them!
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