Attack

Last night the dog was attacked. Don't know what it was but the dog definitely respected it. She was barking up a storm and finally chose to go out and confront whatever was out in the dark. Whatever was there did NOT respect a small black (and loud) dog and she came in very humble.

In the thriller books and movies, the human would then go outside to "take care" of whatever evil lurked. Not me; I figure if it wouldn't go away with the ferocious barking that the dog did, I'm going to cede ownership of the front yard for the night.

Got up this morning to a newly-washed world and no foreigners in the front yard. This may reinforce the belief that if one ignores bad things, they'll go away. Hmm.