You know, it's funny.

Moonpie hates squirrels, possums, raccoons, granny carts, and turkeys. Finn, for his part, has spent several years learning not to bark at (our) cats when he's on our lap, and has only very recently started extending that shaky understanding to not barking at them if we happen to be in the same room as him.

And yet, yesterday, as I walked the dogs by the supermarket, a big old rat ran right in front of me, I nearly kicked it by mistake, and the dogs just... nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing! A whole lot of nothing!