We hurried to get out in front of the storm. The storms were still a couple of counties away, but the sky was overcast, ominous. Forecasters had been promising rain all week and it certainly looked like they were right.
In the dim light we could just see our neighbors BP and RP walking between us and the elementary school.
Zelda fretted.
If she sees someone or a noisy car drives by (or whatever) she alerts, watches behind herself, or stops - cold. On other days she's been much less stressed. So, what was it? Could she feel the "pressure changes" that signal the coming storm? Was it the dark? The dark did not bother her so the other day.
Perhaps it was a bit of everything.
So, today we did not make it to the park.
We turned around and headed home. Zelda perked up, holding her tail high*. We were making good time down the street towards home. Then it happened...
Woof, whhooof, whhhoooof!!!
A beagle, lying in wait, began his howling-bark -- startling me** and terrifying Zelda. She spun in circles and tried to flee, stopped only by my firm grip on the leash. Hearts beating fast, we cautiously continued our return home.
I hate beagles.***
NOTES:
* Zelda has a "C" tail. When she is walking well, it curls up high - like a flag. When she is happy/excited it spins around like a helicopter blade.
** I was relieved no school children were waiting at the stop. This cranky old woman would have shared another, more colorful language. I do try to behave. It was the shock of the beagle ambush. That's my story.
***Yes, we once had a beagle - a pedigreed beagle (not my choice). Her name was Willie Vervick (it's a long story). She was not nice. She ran away when we moved.
In the dim light we could just see our neighbors BP and RP walking between us and the elementary school.
Zelda fretted.
If she sees someone or a noisy car drives by (or whatever) she alerts, watches behind herself, or stops - cold. On other days she's been much less stressed. So, what was it? Could she feel the "pressure changes" that signal the coming storm? Was it the dark? The dark did not bother her so the other day.
Perhaps it was a bit of everything.
So, today we did not make it to the park.
We turned around and headed home. Zelda perked up, holding her tail high*. We were making good time down the street towards home. Then it happened...
Woof, whhooof, whhhoooof!!!
A beagle, lying in wait, began his howling-bark -- startling me** and terrifying Zelda. She spun in circles and tried to flee, stopped only by my firm grip on the leash. Hearts beating fast, we cautiously continued our return home.
I hate beagles.***
NOTES:
* Zelda has a "C" tail. When she is walking well, it curls up high - like a flag. When she is happy/excited it spins around like a helicopter blade.
** I was relieved no school children were waiting at the stop. This cranky old woman would have shared another, more colorful language. I do try to behave. It was the shock of the beagle ambush. That's my story.
***Yes, we once had a beagle - a pedigreed beagle (not my choice). Her name was Willie Vervick (it's a long story). She was not nice. She ran away when we moved.
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