The Mailman Cometh And Goeth

It is Monday.  It is warm outside my window today and the door is open letting in bird song, the soundsColorful Bunny of the neighborhood, and dogs barking.  Living with a bigger pack than before, it amazes me how much dogs bark, especially little ones…especially little ones named “Dot”.  Nothing goes on inside or out that Dot doesn’t bring your attention to.  Sometimes Cheyenne is convinced she barks just to get the others going, or to hear herself bark.  Regardless of the reason, there is a lot of bark in my days.  I’d say it’s twice as much as before.  Still, when the dogs bark madly at the mailman (or a leaf falling by the window) or something a human can’t here, and they rush back to me to be praised for their wonderful guardsmanship, I just can’t be upset with them.  After all, they are just protecting their turf and my safety.  Our safety.

Today, with it being so warm and the door being open, there’s been a huge amount of inside/outside barking.  All the dogs, except for our sweet, cantankerous Gaby who can’t run outside anymore, have been on their tippy toes, so to speak, with keeping this house and yard(s) safe from interlopers.  However, they are not the only ones.  The entire neighborhood knew the mail vehicle was approaching today.  Every dog on this street was letting him/her know the houses were well protected.

Listening to the hysteria I couldn’t help but smile because several people on the street, when the barking began, went outside to stand by the mailboxes.  Instead of putting the mail in the box, the mailperson simply handed it to several recipients.  No, I was not one of the lucky ones who was able to go outside for the mail; I still enjoyed it never-the-less.

I suppose I should actually do some work today.  I have been colouring some today.  Some days, you really do need to colour and listen to the world outside the window.  It can refresh the soul, even with a lot of barking.

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About Henrietta Handy

I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. I am an aspiring writer with a wonderful husband who puts up with this writing and reading addiction I have. He also puts up with all of the yarn and knitting. I have four canine children and a ton of friends I love dearly. I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at the age of 2 1/2 and have still managed to have a good life despite all the pain. So, I invite you to join me in this journey and just possibly have fun along the way.
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