Thursday, March 17, 2011
Well, last night was exciting. At around 9:30pm Christine and I were outside smoking when our big dog, Maggie, started whining and looking at the fence gate. Christine went over to see what was going on and saw a small dog in our garbage. By now, Maggie is going ballistic and my little dog, Leia, who is inside the house, is yelping like she is getting beat with a stick. I brought Maggie in the house and they are both howling and barking. Of course they wake up my husband.
I took the dogs upstairs where Christine had brought in the stray beagle. Chaos! Faith says, "Grandma, take the dogs downstairs!"
"I can't", I yell over the din. "They are waking up Grandpa."
We put the stray in a bedroom so Maggie won't kill it. Leia takes one look at the beagle and runs downstairs whining. Luckily there is a phone number on the dog's collar and his owners come and get it. The man is crying with relief. Our good deed for the day is done.
My hubby is up now asking what the hell is going on; he has to get up at 3:30am to get ready for work, so he is none too happy. The dogs and I go to bed now too, but the dog's adrenaline is going overtime and they keep growling and yipping. Hubby jumps out of bed and starts yelling like a madman. Maggie comes over to my side of the bed and hides. Leia doesn't care, she is more afraid of the strange dog in the house than the sight of a lunatic in pajamas ranting and raving. She jumps on our bed and snuggles next to me. Finally, everyone calms down. Sheesh! What a night!