What do you get when you mix a seven year old 65 pound boxer, a 1.5 year old tomcat with an attitude, and a 15 week old puppy that eats her own tail regularly? THIS:
It took less than four weeks for them to get to this point. Marshall still jumps out from behind doors to scare June and she still tries to jump onto the couch to play with him, but they’ve figured out how to get along just fine. I mean, it’s not Riley/Marshall secret lover cuddle puddle, but I have a feeling it’s getting there.