This week, Mr. Taleteller has been gone for a conference and I’ve been home with the dogs. For the most part, I don’t worry much when he’s gone. We have a set routine for the dogs and it’s certainly not anything that I can’t handle. I also think that anyone who tried to break into our house would do so to their detriment.
The Greyhounds are no threat, and my concern there would be for their safety. Küster looks scary, and he has a very big bark, but the truth is that the only danger he poses is with that wild tail of his. He might surprise me some day, but he’s not the one I would look to for protection. Now Morgan, on the other hand, means business when it comes to protecting the home front. If she sees something suspicious, she sounds the alarm, and Küster joins in just to hear his own voice. Honestly, I can’t see too many people coming inside just hearing them, so I feel pretty safe here by myself.
Of course, Morgan is still always vigilant. No kamikaze rabbits were going to make their way near our house on her watch. No boys on skateboards were missed as they rolled past our house. When the dogs across the street started barking, Morgan was at the window to assess the threat. Fortunately, most of these things were minor and Morgan is starting to learn to come to me to let me know when there is suspicious activity outdoors.
Tuesday night, however, we had a new experience. There was an intruder in the house. At first, it took me by surprise and I didn’t realize what was happening. You see, it was a lovely night, so I turned off the air conditioning and opened up the house. I much prefer open windows and fresh air to air conditioning, not that I don’t appreciate the cool air on a hot day, mind you. We live in a very rural town, so I also had the front door open with the screen door locked. Bunny and I had actually been enjoying some time out on the front porch earlier in the evening.
After I took the dogs out for their last powder room break of the evening, I closed the front door and put my pajamas on. I sat down at the computer to do some last minute things while I watched the news and the beginning of The Late Show. Now, I should back the story up a little bit at this point. You see, the house next door to us was occupied by a family in town known as The Village Idiots. When people found out that we lived next to the Hamms, the response was always “Oh, I’m so sorry.” The moniker fit them in more ways than one.
The house was foreclosed in December and left, literally, standing open. We went over almost every day for a month to close the door that would blow open and I have been having nightmares about the condition of that house and what’s been living in there ever since. The house was recently purchased and there has been a lot of work being done on the house. The work on the house meant that we had the first two mice in our house that we’ve ever had since we’ve lived here in thirteen years last weekend. Mr. Taleteller was beside himself, but traps were set and mice were dispatched, and the traps are still waiting with no more action, and no more signs of a mice in the house.
You can imagine my dismay when I saw Morgan get VERY interested in something over by the door I’d recently closed as I sat in my chair with no escape route. I’m not afraid of mice, per se, but I don’t like them jumping up and surprising me, either. Really, I am still recovering from stepping on the snake last week at SAR training, too, so I didn’t need any more rude surprises. Morgan’s body language told me that she was definitely on to something and that whatever it was, it was very interesting.
Me: Mo, what do have over there?
Morgan: Quiet! I’ve isolated the threat!
Me: Please tell me it’s not a mouse.
Morgan: Threat is about to be neutralized! Homeland Security on standby!
Me: What the — ?
And that’s when Morgan began to make her move. She picked it up in her mouth and then dropped it to the floor. It was — a spider! A small, wiggly black spider who had become very disoriented. Now, I had visions of Morgan’s tongue swelling up from a spider bite while I was home alone with her, with no crate to drive her to the emergency vet in my car, but it turns out that she slimed the spider in short order and then left it on the carpet.
Morgan did what she had to do, and we all slept safe and sound while Mr. Taleteller was gone. The spider threat was neutralized and no one suffered any ill effects. Nothing gets by Morgan, that’s for sure. No threat can be too big or small.