Teller of Tails

Willow has been a pain in the arse lately, catching scents through the open windows at night. She does a low bark, woof, woof, not at her usual full volume.

She seems to do it as I am just falling asleep after getting up to pee. Her woof reminds me that she has our back and I also need a drink of water. While up I put her out. She sits on the step. Not getting down to pee or shit. She just watches.

I bring her in, and go back to bed. Before long it’s woof, woof, low, just enough to get my attention.

It could be ghosts she is nudging me about, spirits I can’t see, or a skunk outside the window. She has never been able to tell the difference between a mouse or cougar and treats them the same.

Still, I’m blind to both and appreciate assistance, regardless of annoyance.

7 thoughts on “Teller of Tails

  1. Laurent's avatar

    Laurent

    oh yes the woof woof low growl warning there is something out there. Such loyalty. Had the Romans had Dachshunds in 390 BC the city would have been saved from the Gauls.

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    1. underswansea's avatar

      underswansea

      I closed the window to the outside and Willow has been sleeping better. You are right, a baby is much more trouble. That’s why only young people have them.

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        underswansea

        Thank your lucky stars it was just a dream. There is a reason only young people have kids. If I had kids now it would kill both Lisa and I. Grandkids are different because we can send them back to their parents.

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