My Guard Dog.

Please disregard my last post where I was offering my stink mutt dog up to anyone who might want him. The offer is off the table. Although he had been barking and whining through the night for four nights in a row, I had a sneaking suspicion it was because he was feeling protective of me and the baby. Everytime we would let him out of the closet and out of his crate in the night he would come barreling towards me, frantically wagging his tail and checking on me. I was too tired and moody to find this charming, so outside he went.

Last night, I was in the bathtub with Rivers and Ralphie came running in and sat dangerously close to the tub for a dog who does not like water. I yelled for Dave to come check our bedroom to see if Ralphie had made a mess because he was acting so strange and Dave comes walking in bent over and telling me to stay below the window level because he just got shot at. Say what?!??!? It turns out some negligent mother allowed her two sons and a gaggle of their friends to play in the backyard with a BB gun at 7:30 at night without supervision. Perhaps they told her they would be shooting at targets, and maybe they had honest targets in the beginning but there is plenty of evidence that the targets soon became the windows of the house in the other neighborhood across the street. Aka, our house. Three windows, thank goodness they are double paned, are shot and ruined. One window has three holes within a 5 inch diameter of one another, which to me and my sleuth skills says they were aiming at it on purpose. Not easy to do with a BB gun and it made me fearful to think what they might do with something stronger. Our neighbors house fell prey too but they only had two holes in one upstairs window. I am still livid about the whole situation and I cannot wait to slap this silly woman with the bill for all the windows that will need to be replaced. I only wish I could be the one to lecture her children.

Once I had calmed down for the night, I turned to Ralphers and felt softer towards him. I'm not sure if he ran into the bathroom because he was scared and wanted me or he wanted to protect me but we put his crate next to my side of the bed last night and I didn't hear a peep out of him. Just like the first night we adopted him. Everywhere we put his crate he barked and barked but I put the crate right beside me and we slept soundly together. That old stink dog. What a kindred spirit he is.