When my wife is upstairs at her computer, Cormac, our little 20 lb. Jack Russell Terrier mix, often lies at her feet. From his favorite spot he can see a walkway, used by UPS and FedEx delivery people, and by the occasional bold Jehovah's Witnesses, peddling doom. Cormac barks at them all.
We share this walkway with a neighbor, a woman in her eighties. Today she was out trimming shrubs and watering plants on her side of the walk. Cormac barked nonstop as she worked.
Later this afternoon, she and I happened to step out our front doors at the same moment. I told her that I was sorry our dog had barked at her. She said that she didn't mind; she had had dogs herself. I asked what kind. 'Rhodesian Ridgebacks,' she said, 'They hunt lions.'
Robert Paul, somewhere south of Reed College ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html
