Opal likes to take one last stroll around the yard after light's out as the family settles into sleep. She slips back to share Zso's crate which is right inside of the dog door.
Everypup knows not to startle a sleeping Roman. His feral instincts kick in and he awakens in full "I am being attacked" mode. So, when Opal thrust her head back inside and saw her brother stretched with his head resting at the entry ramp she pulled back quietly and sat on the deck. I heard her check a couple of times...and then I heard the raindrops begin to hit the windows.
Opal would choose getting wet over Roman's ire.
Trying not to wake the others, especially Steve, I reached and groped until my fingers wrapped around a small treat (Steve keeps a few loose and easy to grab for nighttime emergencies). "Where is My Special Boy?" I sang whispered. "Come see what I have for you. Roman. "
The minute Roman shifted positions Opal slipped through the door and into the crate; Zsofia moved away from the damp dog next to her. Roman, not sure whether he was dreaming, moved into his bed without claiming the reward, turned his back to the room, and did not even notice the rain.
No comments:
Post a Comment