So this morning I was going through my normal routine which includes trying to wake up Brutus. I’m not kidding, he’s not a morning dog…he gets really cranky when he has to get down off the bed.
I let him out to do his business and I usually walk out with him with my coffee (I’m not a morning dog either). After he peed, he suddenly ran around this pine tree that is in the corner of the yard and I heard a strange noise when he got back there. I called him a couple times, and he was clearly ignoring me because he would just turn and look at me and then go right back to whatever he was doing.
I go back in the house to get the flashlight and then go back outside to find him now barking at whatever is behind the tree. He’s bouncing up and down on his front paws like he does when he’s playing and his little nub is wagging like crazy. I walk behind the tree and look down and see the ugliest animal I’ve ever seen all curled up, mouth open, tongue hanging out, etc. My first thought is Brutus killed an opossum and now I have to figure out what to do with this thing at 5am in the dark. So I go and get a shovel from the shed because I’m thinking that I’m going to shovel it up and throw it across the street into this big field over there.
I come back into the back yard with the shovel and yup you guessed it…it was gone.
Kinda like Michael Myers at the end of the first Halloween movie.
“He’s still out there!”
