4:50AM: The old dog scratched so hard at the front door she knocked the dog bell that hangs on the handle off the door and it woke me. I know this because, as the obedient servant I am, when I got up to walk her and I found it on the floor. I last walked her around 10:45PM and went to bed- Late for me but the Mrs is battling a bad cold and retired early. She’s been giving the pooch her last walk lately. The later she gets walked the more likely we are to get a late, undisturbed morning like 6:45AM.
The old gal took fifteen quick steps and did her business. It was then when we heard it. Somewhere down the hill. First allow me set the scene for you. There are no street lights here. A couple houses do have a few night lights but they seem to be swallowed up by the cold and gloom. One acre properties and woodsy. The low wattage landscape lights that light up casa RayinPenn like Bali High have yet to come on (around 5AM). It is 30 degrees out. I believe to the uninitiated the sound it would safely be described as the unnerving loud whaling of a banshee. Its the kind of noise that you hear in a sci fi movie before someone dies- usually the person who went out there after being told not too and we all think dont!. The dog did not like the sound and started barking and there was no stopping her. My 4:50 AM fuzzy brain thought OMG something is hurt but the manly man in me said maybe its coming this way. I hustled the dog into the house. I turned off the porch light, locked the door, turned on the alarm, turned on the heat and sat in my easy chair, threw my giant ‘blankie’ the Mrs made me over me and hoped <strike> and prayed</strike> it wouldn’t come our way. Of course 20 minutes later it did. The dog didnt like the noise any better and starting barking again. Finally the fox moved off, the dog calmed and I decide to get up and have coffee.
Retirement life is grand for a manly man.. Im thinking it is going to be a nap day. I need to go find my fuzzy slippers first.
The old gal took fifteen quick steps and did her business. It was then when we heard it. Somewhere down the hill. First allow me set the scene for you. There are no street lights here. A couple houses do have a few night lights but they seem to be swallowed up by the cold and gloom. One acre properties and woodsy. The low wattage landscape lights that light up casa RayinPenn like Bali High have yet to come on (around 5AM). It is 30 degrees out. I believe to the uninitiated the sound it would safely be described as the unnerving loud whaling of a banshee. Its the kind of noise that you hear in a sci fi movie before someone dies- usually the person who went out there after being told not too and we all think dont!. The dog did not like the sound and started barking and there was no stopping her. My 4:50 AM fuzzy brain thought OMG something is hurt but the manly man in me said maybe its coming this way. I hustled the dog into the house. I turned off the porch light, locked the door, turned on the alarm, turned on the heat and sat in my easy chair, threw my giant ‘blankie’ the Mrs made me over me and hoped <strike> and prayed</strike> it wouldn’t come our way. Of course 20 minutes later it did. The dog didnt like the noise any better and starting barking again. Finally the fox moved off, the dog calmed and I decide to get up and have coffee.
Retirement life is grand for a manly man.. Im thinking it is going to be a nap day. I need to go find my fuzzy slippers first.
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