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Dogs are strange. They have very specific ideas about things, a lot of it ingrained. A friend of my dad's had a dog, some sort of Shepherd/Husky mix, I think. They got him as a puppy, when they had an older cat. That cat ruled over that puppy, even though he was bigger than her.
The puppy grew up into a very large and ornery dog. The thing's head was huge. It would growl at everyone. God forbid it got out, it would fight with any other dog and kick it's ass soundly. And as much as it hated other dogs, it seemed to hate cats even more. If it came across one, it was all over. Basically, any other living thing it could get at, it would rip to shreds.
And yet, even after going out and fighting with other dogs and literally killing cats if it could find any, this killing machine would go home, and there was the old cat, now almost 20 and barely stable on it's paws. And this giant dog would love that cat, and cuddle with it and lick it and protect it, and if anyone went near that cat he'd growl at them and eyeball them. It never associated the thing in the house with the things outside. That old cat finally died, and that dog moped for weeks.
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