Banshee cowers behind a recliner whenever a thunderstorm rolls through--which is often. Last night, quite by accident, someone left her locked out on the deck during an epic inundation. She was pretty quiet this morning, but by the afternoon had rebounded, returning to her perch atop the Dog Sofa. (That's owner Heather at right.)
Cody looks scary and has a rumbly growl--but she's just talking to you, mostly when you have appetizing food on your plate. "Appetizing food" means "anything edible." Watch your toes around Cody--she's liable to lick them clean.
Together, Banshee and Cody are an inseparable unit I call Prewash, after their role in the dishwashing cycle.
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