I was awakened at four minutes after midnight this morning. All of the critters in my house were having meltdowns. They were barking, snarling, yelping, hissing, and trying to get out of the back door.
I did not dare allow them out without a lead, and I did not dare place them on leads and let them out. Not at their level of agitation. So I took out one on a leash,
Now there is something you should know about Huskies. Most important thing you should know, is that Huskies have an extremely strong prey drive. Prey drive simply means that they have an instinctive inclination to find, pursue, and capture prey. If it moves, they are at it like white on rice. Second thing is that they also have a strong instinctive inclination to pull. Pulling is bred into them.
So here I go, outside, with one Husky on a leash, status post a stroke, with iffy control of the right side of my body, in the pitch black of night, after midnight, I am convinced that the specialist and the tests are dead wrong when they say the stroke did no damage to my level of intelligence. But I had to see what the ruckus was about.
I took Tamar on the leash, because she is the meanest of the lot. Just in case. I also was wearing my headlamp. Tamar bolted out the door, but stopped cold when I told her to settle, and meant it. I did not see anything and followed her in the direction she wanted to go in. Halfway to the wood line, I could see eye shine under the canopy down by the pond. I knew immediately that it was Sylvester. the Houdini of the Huskicats. Maxx is the Houdini of of the canines, He is so good, I think he has figured out how to use a lock and key,
Anyway, I called to Sylvester and he turned away and walked deeper in the canopy. Tamar was not too gun-ho to follow him, so I figured it was time to get Goliath. The biggest of the lot. He is all bulk and brawn, but not the brightest. By the time I got Tamar back to the house and got ready to go out with Goliath, all Hell broke lose.
My dogs and cats were making so much noise and were in such a frenzy, that I myself started to feel fear. They woke up my Mother, and that 90 year old came sprinting like she was 19, ready to scrap. I tried to get her to stay in the house while I went outside alone, but she was not having it. She insisted on watching my back.
Trying to get the crits to be quiet was impossible, so I went out alone. I didn't get far before I heard it. At first I thought it was a baby crying. But as it got closer, and it was getting closer, then I caught the eye shine. I knew what it was. Sylvester walking towards me with a bunny in his mouth, damn near as big as him. And it was screaming bloody murder.
Sylvester, walking like he is the bad ass, monster gangster, and completely ignoring my screams to let it go, brought that darn thing straight up to the step. Of course by this time you already know what is going on in my house. It sounded like the opening to the gateway to Hell behind me, and like a person fighting to get way from Hell's door in front of me.
I couldn't stand the sound of the bunny, so I left Sylvester with his prize and went in to take care of that Hell I had at the door, and to put my Mom back to bed. I was more than annoyed, and I think they all knew it. I screamed, I mean screamed, "Settle!" And suddenly, you could hear a pin drop. I said, "To bed with all of you!"
I did not hear a peep out of any of them until 8:30 this morning.
The dead bunny was not on the step this morning. It was further out in the yard, but still close enough that I could make out where it lay.
Of course none of them was interested in it anymore. A curiosity, but no noise or frenzy. Just another forgotten corpse leftover, after all the commotion is forgotten.
Just another tale from the woods.
I did not dare allow them out without a lead, and I did not dare place them on leads and let them out. Not at their level of agitation. So I took out one on a leash,
Now there is something you should know about Huskies. Most important thing you should know, is that Huskies have an extremely strong prey drive. Prey drive simply means that they have an instinctive inclination to find, pursue, and capture prey. If it moves, they are at it like white on rice. Second thing is that they also have a strong instinctive inclination to pull. Pulling is bred into them.
So here I go, outside, with one Husky on a leash, status post a stroke, with iffy control of the right side of my body, in the pitch black of night, after midnight, I am convinced that the specialist and the tests are dead wrong when they say the stroke did no damage to my level of intelligence. But I had to see what the ruckus was about.
I took Tamar on the leash, because she is the meanest of the lot. Just in case. I also was wearing my headlamp. Tamar bolted out the door, but stopped cold when I told her to settle, and meant it. I did not see anything and followed her in the direction she wanted to go in. Halfway to the wood line, I could see eye shine under the canopy down by the pond. I knew immediately that it was Sylvester. the Houdini of the Huskicats. Maxx is the Houdini of of the canines, He is so good, I think he has figured out how to use a lock and key,
Anyway, I called to Sylvester and he turned away and walked deeper in the canopy. Tamar was not too gun-ho to follow him, so I figured it was time to get Goliath. The biggest of the lot. He is all bulk and brawn, but not the brightest. By the time I got Tamar back to the house and got ready to go out with Goliath, all Hell broke lose.
My dogs and cats were making so much noise and were in such a frenzy, that I myself started to feel fear. They woke up my Mother, and that 90 year old came sprinting like she was 19, ready to scrap. I tried to get her to stay in the house while I went outside alone, but she was not having it. She insisted on watching my back.
Trying to get the crits to be quiet was impossible, so I went out alone. I didn't get far before I heard it. At first I thought it was a baby crying. But as it got closer, and it was getting closer, then I caught the eye shine. I knew what it was. Sylvester walking towards me with a bunny in his mouth, damn near as big as him. And it was screaming bloody murder.
Sylvester, walking like he is the bad ass, monster gangster, and completely ignoring my screams to let it go, brought that darn thing straight up to the step. Of course by this time you already know what is going on in my house. It sounded like the opening to the gateway to Hell behind me, and like a person fighting to get way from Hell's door in front of me.
I couldn't stand the sound of the bunny, so I left Sylvester with his prize and went in to take care of that Hell I had at the door, and to put my Mom back to bed. I was more than annoyed, and I think they all knew it. I screamed, I mean screamed, "Settle!" And suddenly, you could hear a pin drop. I said, "To bed with all of you!"
I did not hear a peep out of any of them until 8:30 this morning.
The dead bunny was not on the step this morning. It was further out in the yard, but still close enough that I could make out where it lay.
Of course none of them was interested in it anymore. A curiosity, but no noise or frenzy. Just another forgotten corpse leftover, after all the commotion is forgotten.
Just another tale from the woods.
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