My Sweet, Sweet Juno is a girly girl. She usually minds her manners, her only vice being gluttony. And maybe jealousy. But she generally keeps her nose clean, and leaves the scene at the first hint of discord.
Jack is a guy's guy. Rough-and-tumble, the instigator in every game of I'll bite your tail and you try to run away and drag me as I growl. Juno and Copper Jack are not really fond of that game.
This picture captures their personalities. Juno has just sipped in a ladylike manner from the front yard drinking bowl, and Jack has been romping in the rain. Notice that Juno's fur is still dry and silky, her only coming out to see what I was doing when I got home with my 44 oz Diet Coke. Her feet are still dry, with feathery fur between her toes. Yes, she's a dainty thing, except maybe when she belches in my face, or whacks her head on the metal chair or wooden handrail of the side porch when she's cavorting.
Jack, though, is all snakes and snails and...well...puppy dog tails. And poison frogs that make him convulse and foam at the mouth and hide under the Little Barbershop of Horrors in Shackytown for 30 minutes. He always has his nose in Juno's nether regions, even though she's had her very special operation. You can plainly see that Jack is all wet, shaking himself without regard to those who are dry around him. His paws are all rough and Frito-smelling.
You'd never think that animals could have such different personalities. Unless you have an animal companion.