Monday, October 16, 2006
Things That Scare Me
I'm not really a nervous, scared dog but there are some things out there in the big, bad world that make me crazy with fear. Big Dogs, nah, Thunder, nope, Vacuums? not that either. Here is what scares the cr%# out of me, Filled Black Trash Bags! Oh my, once a month they leave those suckers out on the sidewalk for that big old noisy truck to pick up. And my lady expects me to walk by them, unhh, no WAY! I pull on the leash, I whine, I try to run into the street, I mean, heck, who knows what those nasty, big old things will do to me. And there they are, on the entire walk, in front of almost every house we walk by. My lady tried to get me to go up and sniff one, she even KICKED ONE! What is she, crazy, that thing could have attacked her or eaten her, or some other horrible thing. There is no way I am going to get near enough to sniff one of those things. So once a month we get to walk in the street, away from those trash bags, I feel safe there.
The second thing I am scared of, those tractor lawn watering things, whether they are squirting water out or not. Every morning we walk by one house that always has one on it's lawn. I would really like to grace that lawn with some of my precious pee, but I won't go near it when that scary lawn thing is on it. I see it, pull away and Bark, bark, bark, then a few growls to let it know that if it dares try to come near me, I'll take it down. I have to look back at it a few times to make sure it isn't following us. I sure hope that put that thing away when winter comes.
The last thing I am afraid of is the dog that seems to appear every night in my window. See me looking at him in my picture? I see the same dog in a mirror, Man, he drives me crazy. I can never hear him, but I can sure see him looking back at me, barking when I bark, shaking his head when I shake my head, so I stand there, look him right in the eye and Bark, bark, bark bark bark BARK BARK BARK. Then I get told to "Be Quiet". Be quiet? Doesn't she see that darn dog out there looking at me? Every night after dark he appears in the window, but he must be scared of me too, 'cause he has never tried to come in the house. It must be my manly BARK BARK that scares him off! Although he is rather a handsome dog, if I do say so myself, he kind of reminds me of me, but I still don't like seeing him out there, so BARK BARK BARRRRRRKKKKKK.
So, there it is, true confessions of what scares me, the usually fearless 11 pound terrier!