Blaze gave me quite a scare today.
As Marie was leaving for work she used her “good bye” treats to get most of the house dogs into their crates so I could go outside to clean kennels without having to worry about anyone starting trouble or tearing up a dog bed while I was outside.
When I was finished with the kennels and had the outside dogs back in their rooms, I let the inside dogs go outside. They rushed past me as I held the door like a flood or fur and raced around the corner to bark at one of the many vagrant cats who like to walk by, flipping the tips of their vertical tails in arrogance because they know the slavering pack of hounds cannot escape the fence to come after them.
After a bit the cat moved on and the dogs settled down to sniffing the grass and freshening their markings. All except Blaze. I could hear his distinctive hound dog bawl coming from around the house on the back porch. It occurred to me while I was watering the garden that while I do not think Blaze can get over the retaining wall back there, he was making a convincing try of it last night. Maybe I should go bring him around to where I can watch him.
As I walked to the house the barking stopped and as I rounded the corner I expected to see Blaze laying on the porch waiting for me to come open the door for him so he could go inside to lounge around in greater comfort.
But he wasn’t.
In fact he was nowhere to be seen! Just then the baying started up again, but it was just over a rise where the trees take over. “Oh, no! He got over the wall and is chasing that cat!” thought, I; painfully aware that today, of all days for this to happen, is when I’m supposed to deliver Blaze to the rescue van for his long ride out east.
The baying wasn’t moving. Maybe he treed the cat. Maybe I can get to him and bring him back. But first I need to secure the other dogs.
I called them and, to their credit, every one of them came running. Just for good measure I called to Blaze again, but he remained fixedly baying at the cat. I turned to open the door to let the herd in so I could crate them and there, peering through the door glass at me, was BLAZE! He was looking at me as to say, “What? I was sleeping. Why are you yelling for me?”
I was so relieved I gave him a big hug, which really confused him.
But who the flibbiddygibbets is out in the woods sounding just like Blaze? Doesn’t matter I guess, Blaze is here and safe. And … maybe I’m getting too old for this job!
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