Polly is fascinated and terrified by little Rexie. This morning I found Polly sniffing at the cage; every aspect of her body language showed she was frightened. Her tail was down, her ears were back and she was creeping on her belly. Just as she got up enough courage to actually touch the cage to sniff, Rexie moved and made the shredded paper go
Polly went to pieces. She tripped over her feet, fell on her back, and bashed into the door on her way out of the room. It took me ten minutes to find her. She was a quivering mess under the computer. She is in a bad way to forget the OUTSIDE rule. poor pup.