in my neck of the woods, there arrives on the scene a small army of Bobcats, large front end loaders and dump trucks. The Bobcats scurry about pushing snow from curbs into the middle of the street. The front end loaders scoop up the snow and deposit it into the dump trucks. The dump trucks haul it away to a vacant lot to await the spring thaw. In addition to the sounds of engines and buckets scraping on the street, there is the "beep-beep-beep" whenever a piece of equipment reverses direction. All of this activity takes place in the wee hours of the morning.
In the world of Lily the Yorkie, that little 9 lb. bundle of Energizer Bunny on steroids,
each and every scrape and beep is a direct threat. It is not a threat to the person who takes care of her and pets her and feeds her. Nope. She could care less if the big bad beeping machines drive up the stairs and through the door of our apartment to haul me away. Not a problem.
Those big bad noisy machines are going to come in and empty her food dish. The only solution to this horror is to bark like mad and scare them away.
At 3:45 AM.
So after I got out of bed to quiet her down, I sat back and watched her for a while. Lily has a little doggie bed that she loves. The bed has a couple of pieces of old blanket in it. Lily likes to sleep with her nose buried in the blanket. This morning she pawed at the blanket until a corner of her bed was clear. Then she went to her food dish, grabbed a mouth full of kibble, and deposited it in her bed. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. When in her estimation she had enough, she covered the kibble with the blanket. All the while, fussing at the noisy machines in the street beneath my windows.
Might as well put on a pot of coffee. I'm wide awake now. The noisy, beeping machines have moved on to the next street needing to be cleared. And Lily is fast asleep atop her pile of kibble.
Lily is the most annoying, out of control, over the top, naughty dog I have ever had. And I just love her to pieces. She makes me laugh, even at 3:45 AM.