Foo Dog

At 6 something this evening I finally had gotten  home and sat my bottom down in front of the computer with a cold beer in my hand. Winnie hadn't yet acknowledged my arrival home.  I could hear her doing her bush watching routine in the backyard with the jiggle of her collar as she ran from bush to bush with an occasional little high pitched woof that is more like a yippee than a bark.

I had just finished posting this very cool photo when I heard the pitter pat of little paws and felt a frantic little lick on my knee.  When I responded with my voice and not my eyes (they were on the computer), I got yet another more frantic double lick on the knee that said, "Mommy.... Look at me!"  And, look at her I did.  The next thing I knew, my dog was turning her bottom to me while pointing with her nose to the tip of her tail that had something hanging from it.   Being an ever so good dog mom, I did get up to inspect the foreign object on the end of the tail that was causing my brave little bush barking pup to shake and cower.

What was it you ask?  A cobweb with half of a dried up bug caught in it.  I quickly took the scary thing and put it in the trash.  The foo pup jumped up and thanked me as if I had taken a thorn out of her paw.  I was a hero!

A foo dog you ask?   Well, it isn't good to call her what she really is, so I just have simply left off the L. She is back to her bush and her tree now as I write and has forgotten all about the dangers of cobwebs in bushes.  She is so brave!  My bushes are all so well guarded from the phantom creatures that dwell there.  It does make it easier to sleep at night.