Untroubled by bad weather or cold or squirrels, the little dachshund follows his nose straight to the back fence and gives the alarm – a number of neighborhood dogs in hearing distance cheerfully respond – as if they were all saying Nobody’s getting by us! It’s a regular canine chorus in several languages and it cuts through the chilly morning air like a knife.
He makes his rounds then heads back to the house, walking with that special dachshund kind of strut and confidence, then he gets to the corner of the garage where the two motion security lights are hung and he goes into attack mode. They don’t light up in daylight but their being there is enough to set off his early warning detection system. He digs in a few feet away from them, braces himself and begins to bark. And bark. And bark. It’s enough to wake the dead never mind any still sleeping neighbors. When he’s satisfied that he’s put them in their place, he makes a wide circle around them and trots back to the deck, head held high, tail wagging ferociously. Mission accomplished.
Back inside, he waits patiently for a treat and when he gets it, he trots briskly off to the sun room and parks himself on the love seat. By the time I get there, he’s already better than half asleep and he grudgingly makes room for me. The baby is already snoozing, the cats are here and there. All is right with the world. I pull the throw over us and we all go to dreamland.
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