The Coon Dog and the Scaredy Cat

I get such a kick out of dogs. Their little personalities can be so funny. I'm thinking about it tonight because we are dog sitting for some friends whose dog is about a year older than Osa and about the same size...a little Yorkie looking terrier, but bigger than a Yorkie, whatever that breed is. We're having a thunderstorm and the little terrier is frantic. She's pacing, looking out windows, hiding under tables, and crawling all over me. Then there's Osa. She is scratching at the door and ringing her bell to go outside. I know for a fact that she does not need to go out to do her duties because that was all taken care of just a little while ago. She wants to play in the lightening and watch the storm. She acts like she's this fearless brute when really she can be such a timid little thing. If a stranger reaches to pet her, she cowers away from them. And toddlers...forget about it. She is frightened of the baby gates, but she'll tree a raccoon no problem. It's like like I have 2 different dogs. The coon dog and the scaredy cat. But I love her and her dueling personalities.