As I was making dinner, my brave watchdog Luna alerted me to the presence of an intruder at our back door. Because I was standing off to the side, slaving over a boiling pot of rapid-cook tortellini from Costco, I could not see that which was causing such terror, shaking Luna to her core.
I could tell by the way she was barking, trembling, and wagging her tail that this had to be a formidable beast. I watched in horror as she snarled and growled at the terrifying creature before her. My heart beat furiously in my chest. Ungodly noises emanated from my sweet greyhound’s throat as she growled and paced back and forth, her eyes not leaving the leviathan at our back door. It was not a person, that I knew, because Luna’s eyes were fixed on something below her eye level.
Her eyes darted at me briefly, then back to the unwelcome guest, then back to me, as if to say “Mommy, don’t come any closer. It’ll kill you. I’ll save you. Just let me at it. ” I grabbed at the dishtowel draped over the oven handle, and wiped my hands, then discarded it for the rolling pin in the utensil drawer in front of me. Cautiously, I walked over to the door, fearing what I might find. Luna stood in front of me, her back to me, protecting me from the hellish creature just outside the door. She was barking and growling with such intensity that her front paws lifted off the floor with each bark. I moved closer, and then I saw it.
There you have it. My dog is a goofball.