She thinks she's a "coon dog"

Mindi, my 6 pound Pomeranian, decided this morning that she could take on the world. Rocky Raccoon invited himself to dine on cat food on the back porch, and Mindi had other things in mind. She decided to fight for what was hers. She kindly asked Rocky to leave the porch with a few barks. However, Rocky was like a woman with a coupon, he was not leaving until he had completed shopping. Mindi, then decided to add a little attitude to the conservation. Clearly Rocky gave her his "speak to the paw" routine and continued on at the buffet. Mindi decided to "kick it up a notch" and it was clear to the entire neighborhood that "not all was right with the world" at the Bricker household. I am not sure who asked whom to dance, but it was clear Mindi decided to lead. She waltzed Rocky right up the tree and proceeded to tell everyone in the neighborhood not only was he a lousy dancer, but also a cheap date. We haven't seen Rocky in a few days, maybe he is looking for a home that offers more compassion. Maybe it was humiliation, he clearly outweighed her, or maybe he is just waiting for us to get a Lazy-Boy sofa or recliner.