And thus was the terrible leaf dispatched…
Posted on August 4th, 2004 by Brian Corbino
Dogs is crazy.
BARK BARK BARK! On and on for like five minutes. I finally peel myself away from working to see what the commotion is about. I’m expecting her to be barking at the neighbor’s cat again. Nope. A leaf. A crumbly gray old leaf lying on top of a weed. Barking at that thing like it was threatening to engulf the entire house in its evil, decaying grasp. She showed it. Barked at it right good. Until I moved it with the shovel.
Such a fierce protector, this one.