Yesterday was another fun day. A couple of weeks ago, at least I think it was weeks because you know dogs don't tell time very well, some big limbs fell out of some trees. The wind blew so hard they snapped off and came down. I don't like the wind. It makes weird sounds in the night and I bark. That gets me fussed for waking Mom.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah! Yesterday. Yesterday Mom and Dad finished burning the brush from when those branches came down. I like it when we can all be outside around a fire. A campfire makes me remember things I've never done. Mom says that's okay, that it's a sort of primal memory. I don't know what that is, I just know I like to watch the fire with Mom and Dad.
The fire burned for a long time. Dad said it was because the wood was still green. Really, Dad? It didn't look green to me. I know dogs don't see all the colors but I'd swear on my treat jar that wood was brown, tan, and gray.
We did have a couple minutes of excitement. A strange black dog with a red collar came into my yard. The hair stood up on my back and I went after him! He turned and ran away - fast! This is MY yard and I'll defend it! I'll keep an eye out for him, yes, I will, even though Mom says he probably won't ever come back and risk my ire.
First thing this morning, Mom and I walked out to check the burn pile. It's an ash pile now. But I know my parents. They'll keep gathering all the big sticks and limbs that fall out of the trees and make another brush pile. Then we'll have another day where we can relax and watch the fire. It's just the way things work in my yard.
I had a rough night last night. I was all snuggled down with Mom when I heard a strange noise. Now, I'm just a little guy but I know when it's time to bark, and it was time. Only thing is, I scared Mom.
Mom doesn't react well when she's sleeping and I bark in her ear. I'll do my best not to do that again.
Anyway, Mom jumped up. Dad jumped up. All the lights came on. I would have run for my crate but I don't do so well jumping off the bed yet. I land on my nose and it hurts.
Once the lights were on we saw what had happened. That skanky cat had caught a mouse - in the house! Mom and Dad took it away from him but they made all over him and told him he was a good cat. Mom says that since we live in the country, a cat is good to have in the house.
I disagree, but somehow I don't think my opinion of the cat matters much.
After a few minutes, and a quick trip outside so I could pee, we all went back to sleep. Well, except the cat. I don't know what he did but he didn't sleep with us. Mom said he probably went back to wherever he found the mouse to see if any more sneaked in.
More? In my house? Seriously? Maybe a cat is a good thing, after all.
