Our dog, Boo, has issues with some wildlife.
We’re not sure why.
We’ve never encouraged it. Quite the opposite. We’re open and friendly with all the Old Ones who visit.
Some times Boo is asleep, wakes up, and see’s me going out to say hello.
We’ve explained there are outside friends and inside friends.
We think it’s something more primal.
Something long ago and lost in canine and didelphine memory.
A opossum and a wolf walked into a bar, perhaps, started toasting each other’s good health, someone said something, you know how these things happen.
I doubt it started with an argument over a mate, even though the original Powhatan/Algonquian word means “white dog.”
Maybe an opossum or a dog was slumming, spending time with the other, got caught by their peers and later generations still carry the shame?
Don’t know, except that Boo doesn’t like Opie.