RAP-tap-tap...RAP-tap-TAP...RAP-TAP-TAP...RAP-TAP-TAP
Jake swish-buckles up from a dead sleep, barking loudly and with much enthusiasm.
Hubby, upon hearing the crackle of a walkie, decides to open the front door:
"What can I do for you?"
Animal Control Officer, sweaty and belligerent at 7:15am:
"Do you own a German Shepherd Dog?"
Hubby: "Yes, we do."
ACO, thrusting a pudgy finger through the metal grill:
"Well, He's on a RAMPAGE"
Hubby resists his first instinct and instead calmly states:
"No, he's not. He's in the bedroom with my wife."
ACO, convinced by the neighbors he was speaking to the correct dog owner and determined to "make an arrest" (or perhaps, retreat to the warmth of the Rally's breakfast nook and his biscuits and gravy):
"Don't you have another German Shepherd? It's that one."
Hubby: "No. We have one German Shepherd" and he points to Jake, who is now growling intermittently from the recesses of the dark hallway, "and we have one Australian Shepherd, and she's on the back porch with our Black Lab. Can't you hear them barking?"
Hubby shuts the door.
ACO, deflated and faced with the prospect of chasing a Rampaging Dog who now has a good 20 min head start on him, racing through sheep pastures, cow fields, and the Clinch Mountain Natural Preserve, sighs loudly enough for us to hear through the now closed door as he thumps back down the steps.
As if we'd let our beloved & spoiled dogs run amuck (amuck! amuck!) while we slumbered in the cool recesses of our love chamber!
