The first thing that got my attention was the low growl eminating from Maggie's throat. The fact that she was growling wasn't particularlly new, she's always tried her best to 'protect' the rest of us from the danger of passing cars and exceedingly suspicious people out on bicicles, it was the pitch that caught my ear. Low, throaty, the deep base of the sound made the hairs on the back of my neck match the short, copper, colored fur that spiked up between her shoulder blades. Pushing away from my computer desk I went to the window and drew back the curtain to look outside.
A man was out in the half circle drive, nondescript, in a black T and jeans. He'd be just your every day Joe with the cig half hanging from his lip as he peered into the window of my car. Beside me I Maggie's lips draw back wetly to show a hint of canine as I slide from the window to open the door. There's a heat in my chest as I step out onto the weather bleached porch and I can feel it building. Maggie's right by my side, the muscles in her powerful shoulders rippling with a contained hint of iminant action.
"Can I help you friend?" I stress the last word and eye the tresspasser from my elivated vantage. Again the dog at my side rumbles a threatening growl and the man looks up from the inspection of my car. He offers a friendly smile but I'm not convinced.
"Nah, just passing through. You got a phone I could use? I could actually use one to call a friend to have them pick me up." I shake my head and Maggie takes a first step down the stairs, her back looks like it's been set into a mohawk at this point.
"Sorry, we use cells here and I don't think I want to let you use mine." the tresspasser glances down at the bristling dog then back to me with a small shrug.
"Fair enough." and with a shrug he walked away from the house.
Sounds like a good dog, because 'friend' was surely up to no good at all, as this fine vignette makes very clear. Try this one for the Eyrie?
ReplyDeleteYeah Maggie was an awesome dog, a Pointer/Boxer mix so she really had that rugged look about her chest and shoulds. Supper sweet in most cases.
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