Wake-up call...
Nov. 1st, 2007 07:51 amShiloh almost invariably gets me out of bed at 7 am, whereupon I pull on some clothes and we go outside, where she does her thing out in front of the house.
I've started to flash the porch light on and off a few times before opening the front door, which I figure warns any local wildlife (I can see rabbits scurry) and prevents scenes such as the one the other day that had Shiloh chase a small deer, seemingly halfway to New Mexico. It's hard enough to get Shiloh to obey under normal circumstances; it's well-nigh impossible to do so when the button that controls the hunter/killer part of her brain has been mashed down.
This morning, when I opened the door after doing the thing with the light, Shiloh went tearing for the container, under which there is a small volume that is a sanctuary for rabbits, ran around the back side, and emerged to my eyes again within a few feet of a group of deer that I had not immediately noticed upon opening the door, and that did not seem inclined to go anywhere quite yet.
While three animals fixed their gaze on me, the historically dangerous, two-legged enemy, the largest of the animals stared Shiloh down, as if to say, "Listen, bucko, it's your one mouth against our sixteen legs with these hoof things at the business end, dig it? Back off!"
With some verbal prodding from me, and the promise of a treat, Shiloh beat a quiet withdrawal.
* * * The response from the overseas client regarding yesterday's proffered assignment was about what I expected: stand by. I will shed no tears if it is assigned to someone else.
In the meantime, I shall gladly stand by. While I do so, there are 3300 words to be done today.
Cheers...
I've started to flash the porch light on and off a few times before opening the front door, which I figure warns any local wildlife (I can see rabbits scurry) and prevents scenes such as the one the other day that had Shiloh chase a small deer, seemingly halfway to New Mexico. It's hard enough to get Shiloh to obey under normal circumstances; it's well-nigh impossible to do so when the button that controls the hunter/killer part of her brain has been mashed down.
This morning, when I opened the door after doing the thing with the light, Shiloh went tearing for the container, under which there is a small volume that is a sanctuary for rabbits, ran around the back side, and emerged to my eyes again within a few feet of a group of deer that I had not immediately noticed upon opening the door, and that did not seem inclined to go anywhere quite yet.
While three animals fixed their gaze on me, the historically dangerous, two-legged enemy, the largest of the animals stared Shiloh down, as if to say, "Listen, bucko, it's your one mouth against our sixteen legs with these hoof things at the business end, dig it? Back off!"
With some verbal prodding from me, and the promise of a treat, Shiloh beat a quiet withdrawal.
In the meantime, I shall gladly stand by. While I do so, there are 3300 words to be done today.
Cheers...