I’ll be at Rose City Comic Con in Portland, OR this weekend, table #526. Come stop by!
I think that even as a kid, I learned that to hurt someone, you don’t strike them, you strike what they love. A horrible thing to learn.
I’m a couple of days late asking this, but how did the kid who caught Blake get that collar and leash on him to begin with? Did he or she just toss it over him like a lasso? If so, well, that’s really something. :-)
I always figured Blake, being so friendly, took her up on her invitation to play dress up! “I’ll be the princess and you be her pet lion that wears a golden magical collar!” “Haha, Sure! Roar!”
I have to say, I am absolutely loving this Blake vs. cat arc.
Our cats never seemed to care if the dogs ate their food; all part of the “snubbing process”, I guess!
My cat referred the Iams dog food and my Shar Pei preferred the Iams cat food. So it was share and share alike. Didn’t seem to hurt either of them. Both lived past their normal life expectancies by a good deal.
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