Day Sixty-one; Footnotes of dogs, cats and Another Glorious Sunset

For some reason, today has been barking dog day. Not just my dogs, but dogs all around here have been barking. There was even a dog that I hadn’t seen before that was strolling around, looking very lost. It disappeared before I could get out there and try to catch it. I had to get my dogs inside first to keep them quiet and calm. From the view I got of it, the dog didn’t look abandoned, it looked as if it had simply wandered off from somewhere. Hopefully it wandered its way back to where it wandered away from. 

One of the funny things, I was sitting here listening to an owl calling. Usually when an owl calls Bella will start barking and before you know it, you would swear they were having a conversation. Bella must be angry at the owl though because she wasn’t answering today. If you have never heard a conversation between an owl and a dog, its hilarious…noisy but hilarious. 

I walked up the drive at one point to check my mail. I never saw the mail run, but it wouldn’t be the first time I missed them. As I walked up the drive, my dogs were barking and then I saw why. The neighbor’s pit was outside, directly across the dirt road from my mail box and of course as soon as it saw me, it began barking. I ignored it as much as possible. When I saw I had no mail, I turned to walk back only to have the pit barking at me and following me. I turned and stomped my foot, yelling at it to go back. It started not to, but finally did turn and go back. I wish there were some way to get the neighbors to understand that leash law thing.

  I wouldn’t hesitate to say that the dogs spent more time inside today than they have in a while. I tend to believe that they knew exactly what they were doing. Bark a lot, get to go inside. After a while get sent outside only to start barking crazily again to be called inside. yeah, they worked that out. 

Now the feral cats are now fat and sassy. One of the three is more trusting. It will actually come up onto the top step and cry until we take food out. You can hear this cat over anything in the house. Of course when I would take food out the cat would run, but come right back.

Today, the cat was on the back steps and my son walked out onto the porch. The cat was trying to find something in the bowls, anything, but they were cleared out. I gave him the dry food bag and told him to not give much. That was the one thing I was unable to get today at the store. They had it, but the bag was so far back on the shelf there was no way to reach it. I tried to reach it, even climbing on the bottom shelf didn’t help, it was that far back. I saw one employee and asked if there was anyway to get someone to help me but they couldn’t leave what they were doing. They told me that. Okay fine.

Anyway, my son poured a little over a handful into the bowl then set the bag back inside the door. The cat was standing out in the yard, and there for a moment, just a moment, looked as if it were considering moving forward toward him. Finally fear won out and it ran past him and under the house. Once my son came back inside the cat eventually came back to eat. But they are getting braver. And they follow that ask and ye shall receive motto. 

It was a crazy busy, noisy day in which I stayed active in one way or another. I know that staying busy helps when sad thoughts show up. Oh I allow them a moment and then turn away. I can’t allow them to control me.

I have battled with my wood stove most of the day trying to get a fire burning. At last check it was smoldering. Tomorrow I’ll check the stove pipe and see if its in need of cleaning out. One more project. 

One good thing, I love when the day ends peacefully but with a glorious sunset. The days are getting longer, soon the time will change again and warmth return. I’ll get to spend more time outside, with the barking dogs and needy feral cats and owls that only know one question.. “Who??” 

Funny how annoying critters can make such a difference, even and especially on the sad days.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.