THE OTHER AFTERNOON having taken a walk around the neighborhood, I stopped at our mailbox that is down by the street to collect our mail before walking up our driveway to the house.
With the sun directly in my eyes, looking down at the mail in my hands, I heard them before I saw them.
The first one, who was standing in the middle of our driveway, was older, a little plump, with a collar– and snarling at me.
Teeth exposed. Tail down.
The second one, who was running up from the ravine behind our house and heading toward our driveway, was barking loudly and appeared to have me in his sights.
That one was collar-less.
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NOW I’VE HAD stray &/or lost dogs block my driveway before, but those dogs were friendly with tails wagging. Cheery fellows looking for a little pat on the head.
Not these two. They were menacing. On my property. Between me and the front door.
So, with my heart pumping about 2,000 beats per minute, I moseyed myself slowly back down the driveway, then stood in the middle of our completely, utterly empty street, looking at our front door while contemplating what to do… what. to. do.
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TRYING NOT TO give into despair, and wondering if there’s an app I should have on my smart phone for this sort of circumstance, an idea dawned on me. A solution so obvious.
And effective, I hoped.
Thus it came to be that I shouted at these two wolf wannabes to: GO HOME.
They both stopped in place, looked at each other, looked back at me– then ran off in different directions, presumably to their respective homes.
And what did I do?
I ran through the grass directly to the front door, still clutching the mail, key ready to unlock the door quickly. Then once inside the house I slammed the door shut and thanked my lucky stars that the doggies in my path were all show, no go.