I was sitting on the chaise with the dogs peacefully beside me, when I caught sight of a fly buzzing through the room.
Oh no, I thought. Please let it buzz into another room before Charlie or Abi catches sight of it.
Too late. Charlie saw it.
I watch as he jumps down and goes tearing down the hall toward the bedroom, his body close to the floor as if awaiting overhead gunfire to erupt at any moment.
I had left the blanket on the bed all mussed up so he could easily get underneath it should something scare him.
But then I hear this frantic clawing and I know he’s trying to get into one of the closets. I get up and open the door. He disappears inside.
I may never find him amid all the junk piled up. I hope he remembers his path in so he can find his path back out.
Such is the life of a dog mom whose little ones are terrified of tiny buzzing creatures.
It is much cooler today, and I’m going to go outside and enjoy it. I have a new bird visitor who I saw flitting all over the outdoor furniture and plants.
But of course as soon as I open the door Abi erupts into a barking fit and off it immediately flies to parts unknown.
I caught a photo before it took off. I am pretty sure it is a Bewick’s wren. They are so cute.
Here’s to cool days and hopefully cooler nights.
And to flies that fly under the radar so that Charlie and Abi don’t have anxiety attacks.