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Aug 24, 2009 22:32

The dog and I are in a fight.

It started last night, when I came home after dark, and she was scratching to go outside. So with my hands full, I opened the door to let her out. Wherein she grabbed my shoe sitting on the steps and ran off, returning eventually with a bewildered happy look. Sans shoe.

I'm housesitting alone in the woods. Normally this would not bother me the slightest (I'm only freaked out by, y'know, by empty isolated _haunted_ houses.) The dog has been antsy and nervous all day, and the distant gunshots in the past couple of hours have amped this up considerably. I'd been ignoring it--she's not the brightest crayon in the box, and I wasn't too happy with her anyway.

Earlier I got as freaked out as I ever have been housesitting. A crashing noise alerted me out of headphones, and I ended up taking my phone, with 911 dialed and my thumb on call button to explore through the catacombs of the basement. I didn't find anything, and it wasn't until the dog repeated her attack on the washing machine that i realized the source of the noise.
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