Dog Napping

The constant sound of winter rain had made me very sleepy and lazy. My two page list of things to do sits underneath a coffee cup filled with stale beer. I must get out of this rut and begin to get things done. Andy Griffith smiles at me from the television as I doze into the afternoon hours.

I awake with alarm by someone pounding on my door. “Anybody home?”, followed by more pounding on the door.

Wide eyed, but not bushy tailed, I slowly opened the front door. I strained my neck looking up at a man in full rain gear, soaked to the bone, and obviously worried.

“Yes? Can I help you?” was that my voice?

Nervously, the man addressed me. “Hi, Ma’am. I have lost my dog. Have you seen a hound dog, ’bout this high, brown and white, big ears and long nose come running through your yard?”

I tried to be calm as I told the man that I had not seen my yard that day, with or without animals in it. I know he was worried, so I told him to wait a minute and I would write down his name and phone number. Then, if I saw his lost dog, I could contact him.

He was very appreciative as he left his information with me. I watched as he continued his door to door campaign, looking for any clues of his lost dog. As I turned to go back inside my warm abode, I noticed some movement in the nearby bushes. Grabbing an umbrella, I investigated and found not one, but two, hound dogs. Being in the “Dick Tracy” mode, I quickly noted that both were about this high, they were both brown and white, and both had big ears and long noses. What a find!

After securing the dogs on my porch by offering them hamburger meat, I called the number given to me by the man who had lost them. He was elated and told me he would be right there to pick his dog up. I could not help but wonder if I was going to be left with a hound dog of my own.

All of a sudden, there was a clap of thunder and lightening filled the sky. The front door opened at the same time I opened my eyes from my dreamy nap.

“Wow. There’s a lot of rain today,” my husband said. “Glad you have a fire going. I feel like a wet hound dog on a wild goose chase!”

He had no idea.


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