I have this dog. He is a good dog. Real loyal type. His name is Argus, like Ulysses' faithful companion. He is a tough dog too. He ain't real big, but he has a lot of fight in him. You know what they say about the size of the fight in the dog, well I have seen my dog not back down. He is as tough as they come.
So it was kinda weird, last night when we were out on our walk. It was a cold night, crisp from the fall air. We were out walking for his night walk, and suddenly he hears something. I heard it too, but not as well as his ears picked it up. And suddenly he stops. He kinda barked, but it wasn't like his normal bark. His barks are usually full of body. But this one sounded like he had the air kicked out of him. Suddenly, he turns around and starts walking back to the house. He is pulling at my arm. Really pulling. He is pulling at me, and every few feet, he would turn back. He would look back, then pull me further and a little faster.
I have never seen this dog scared before, but I am telling you, something got in him. I kinda laughed at first, and said, "what's wrong boy, seen a ghost?" But he just kept tugging. Stopping every few feet and trying to decide if he was going to play sentinel or go. As we were getting close to home, we walked out from under the tree cover. It was a perfect night, clear purple with a blazing white full moon shining down. As he is pulling me, he stops one last time and looks back. I look back two and I swear I saw something in the shadows. We both saw it.
I might have kept staring, but Argus gave me a tug. I didn't need more than that and we were moving with some alacrity. He pulled me up to the door, and I pulled out my keys quick and didn't look back. I closed the door quick, and locked it tight.
I don't know what got into that dog that night. It sure was a fear something kinda fierce. Maybe it was some lyncathropic fiend. Maybe it was Cerberus himself. Maybe it was just a poodle casting a giant shadow. I think I am glad I don't know, and I will remember to walk a little more gingerly come full moon next month.
So it was kinda weird, last night when we were out on our walk. It was a cold night, crisp from the fall air. We were out walking for his night walk, and suddenly he hears something. I heard it too, but not as well as his ears picked it up. And suddenly he stops. He kinda barked, but it wasn't like his normal bark. His barks are usually full of body. But this one sounded like he had the air kicked out of him. Suddenly, he turns around and starts walking back to the house. He is pulling at my arm. Really pulling. He is pulling at me, and every few feet, he would turn back. He would look back, then pull me further and a little faster.
I have never seen this dog scared before, but I am telling you, something got in him. I kinda laughed at first, and said, "what's wrong boy, seen a ghost?" But he just kept tugging. Stopping every few feet and trying to decide if he was going to play sentinel or go. As we were getting close to home, we walked out from under the tree cover. It was a perfect night, clear purple with a blazing white full moon shining down. As he is pulling me, he stops one last time and looks back. I look back two and I swear I saw something in the shadows. We both saw it.
I might have kept staring, but Argus gave me a tug. I didn't need more than that and we were moving with some alacrity. He pulled me up to the door, and I pulled out my keys quick and didn't look back. I closed the door quick, and locked it tight.
I don't know what got into that dog that night. It sure was a fear something kinda fierce. Maybe it was some lyncathropic fiend. Maybe it was Cerberus himself. Maybe it was just a poodle casting a giant shadow. I think I am glad I don't know, and I will remember to walk a little more gingerly come full moon next month.
