March 3, 2009

White Dog exhibited a watchdog ferociousness that made me feel very safe and secure. We live in the university area of town just off historic Route 66. It is a wonderful old style neighborhood but our closeness to the Mother Road sometimes brings us random lost souls. This afternoon a kind of shady character knocked on the door. Since we weren't expecting anyone White Dog and I agreed to ignore the knocking which grew more insistent. White Dog's hackles went up and she began to bark. When the stranger actually peered into the window White Dog was up on her window perch, teeth bared, growling a no-nonsense warning and scratching to get through the window. He shouted through the window that he was here about the car for sale (we have none and said so through the glass). He lingered at the door a bit longer than made me comfortable...White Dog was in total attack mode by then. Finally, he wandered off. White Dog sat alert at the door and I called Steve but the weird situation was over. Ahhh urban life!