Zoey is in the house! Of course I am. Where else would I be with the whipping winds and ice age temperatures outside? My delicate paws can’t take it anymore!
Mommy is in her library reading a book of poetry from some guy named Edgar.
Did you hear that wind howling last night? I hunkered down in the quietest corner I could find.
Not Dakota! I heard him tap tap “tapping at my chamber door.” Well not my door, but on Mommy and Daddy’s.
I tiptoed into the hallways and nosed him along back to Stephen’s room. He went in and I did try to console him, but then I heard it. I peered out the window, but “Darkness there and nothing more.”
At this point Dakota ran back to the closed door. Mommy opened it and seeing how distraught Dakota was, she let him sleep by her bed. She only does that when Daddy isn’t home.
Needless to say it wasn’t a raven tapping, but a piece of of the house ripping off! I heard Daddy say what it was–fascia. Dakota would not go near it. Why it’s in our living room, I’m not really sure!
Even his stuffed buddy, Rocky, couldn’t get him closer.
Being the big sister, I had to prove to Dakota that it was safe.
Listen I get it. When Dakota heard that sound, I’m sure his mind went back to that horrid time when he was just a pup and a mean, heartless person dropped him in a dumpster like he was a piece of garbage. People think dogs don’t remember what happened minutes ago. They may be right, but let me tell you we remember what happened years ago. Especially when it traumatizes our senses and we lose all hope.
Dakota and I are lucky. Mommy, Daddy, and Stephen took us into their home and their hearts. Many animals don’t have such goodness come their way.
Those flashbacks can be scarier than an Edgar Allen Poe poem for goodness sakes!