We can't all just get along. Why?

I have two of the nicest dogs around. Both of them have lived their lives in the presence of cats and the fabled irreconcilable differences between the canines and the felines is anything but a fine line in the sand.

In recent months there has been a parade of foster kittens and their moms marching through our house. There is more in species fighting amongst the cats than inter-species conflicts involving the wet nosed crotch sniffers. That is not to say that there aren't flare ups.

As the kittens get more bold they begin to expand their roaming into areas often occupied by a sleeping, and much larger, dog. To say that the 50-60 pound barker could dispatch of a still wobbly pound and a half meower faster than 9 six-week long lives could pass before their eyes probably goes without saying. Yet interestingly, the two dogs have different levels of aggravation with the little future fur ball hurlers.

One dog, immediately upon seeing a kitten approach whatever area of floor he has most recently claimed as his sleeping quarters, growls in the low guttural way that states further trespass will be met with retribution that is swift, painful and complete. It isn't long until he is given a wide berth during all exploratory ventures.

The other dog tends to be more forgiving. He tries to get along a bit more. Of course, the very nature of a kitten is to experiment how to kill anything it encounters and it isn't long until the dog's tail or ear becomes a sacrifice to learning the way of the hunt.

What, you are probably asking, does any of this have to do with issues relevant enough to be placed into a soon to be highly read, award winning and often quoted blog such as No Mato Mi Pavo? Allow me to bring this post full circle with a close so perfectly fitting Jessica Simpson could only hope to have a tailor so skilled.

The different approaches of the dogs, and the reactions they receive, reflect well the approaches to the war on terror and the Axis Of Evil by former President George W Bush and the current and already deemed best ever President Barak Obama; two men breeds apart in this effort. The first ever African American President Obama went on Arab television to show he is open to talk. In the campaign it was stated Obama would meet with "no pre-existing conditions" with the nut in charge of Iran. During his inaugural address, The ONE said he was willing to extend a diplomatic hand to Tehran if the Islamic republic is ready to "unclench its fist".

George W. Bush was less conciliatory.

Iran, of course, is the kitten in this cast of four legged characters. These pussies are hell bent on killing the non-believer and Achmawhackjob, their leader, has openly expressed his desire to hasten the return of the 12th Iman. While the United States was growling and it was clear we had a bite to back up our bark, Iran kept its claws retracked, for the most part.

The recent extension of a paw of discussion by our understanding leader was scratched at so fast as to make our collective tails spin. Animals understand there is a heirarchy in the world and that the strong does, in fact, hold dominion over the weak. If our Alpha dog continues to capitulate the superior power of our country to a country led by a man hell bent on our destruction the "dog house" of our current economic situation will be the least of our problems requiring burying in the backyard.