A Watchdog is Born
March 6, 2011
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Scout ate Queenie’s other eye. Queenie is now completely visionless, and we have yet to find either eye. The first one may have passed by now. So Friday night, I stitched together Queenie’s other eye socket and passed her back to a grateful Scout. Let’s hope that now Queenie doesn’t have any other body part that entices Scout to rip it off.
In other news, yesterday night brought a first: the first time Scout heard something outside and barked to draw our attention to it. We were watching the UNC-Duke game (Editorial side note: Go Heels!), when Scout, who had been fully absorbed in a peanut butter-flavored raw hide, suddenly dropped the bone and jumped to her feet, ears up, tail straight out, at full alert. She was obviously listening to something, because she ran to the window, and then to the French doors, letting out two warning barks each time. Then she looked at B, and followed him to the front door. She waited while he opened the door, and then–and this is what really got us–it was only when B turned around and said, “We’re good,” that Scout turned back around and walked into the living room, tailing wagging, perfectly relaxed.
Her reaction surprised us. It was as if she truly understood what B had said. I mean, she turned around immediately and was quite calm. She didn’t even bother to wait for him to return to the living room, she came back on her own. She really understood that he was saying, “Thanks, girl. We’re safe.”
I for one was thrilled. I have been hoping that Scout would be a bit of watchdog. Part of the reason I wanted a dog was to warn me when someone was on our property. Now I’m curious what she heard, because I never heard a thing!