Yesterday Jeff's brother, Tim, came over to deliver a load of ...'stuff'...that their sister, Sherry, had decided to give us as she empties out her house in anticipation of moving to a smaller place. Since Tim drives a pickup truck and it would be loaded, Jeff moved our car to the front lawn out of the way so Tim could back up to the porch stairs. But when he got here, they ended up putting most of the truckload in the garage instead of trying to carry it down our cellar stairs (Good idea, guys!)
My father had learned his carpenter skills as a member of the Navy's CBs during WWII. Now, CBs were noted for building things to last but not necessarily for building things to look good or for being practical and our cellar stairs are no exception. As soon as Dad had finished, he had announced he probably should have put in another step or 2 in the staircase. (It has even been suggested that he should have added a stair or 2 between each stair that he did have in the staircase!) Anyway, Tim had had it with cellar stairs at Sherry's and didn't want to try ours, so the bookcases and boxes went into the garage. Only 1 box made it into the house yesterday and our car stayed on the front lawn overnight.
Zoey, our Beagle, welcomed Tim like a long, lost relative. (She's met him maybe 3 or 4 times.) Fanny, the older, bigger dog who also met Tim at those times, hide under the kitchen table...her usual spot when a stranger (to her or us) comes to the house. A pot of coffee later, when Tim was ready to leave, Zoey was happy to escort him out to his truck until she saw the car on the front lawn and then she panicked and ran back into the house. (Fanny had stayed under the table...not having heard the "All Clear" signal?) Before we had supper, I tried to get the girls to go outside so I could knit for a while, but Fanny was still under the table and Zoey got as far as sticking her head out the door and seeing the car in a strange spot. After supper I tried again with the same results but at least Fanny came out from under the kitchen table!
When it finally was time for evening meds and treats, both dogs went out to do their thing but neither stayed very long. Fanny came in all upset about something she had smelled out there and wouldn't calm down until I went into my room to read, and she went with me. Later Zoey joined us and finally things quieted down and everyone went to sleep.
This morning as soon as they saw that the car was still on the lawn, both dogs refused to go down the porch stairs and hurried back into the house...with business undone. In fact, neither went outside until the middle of the afternoon! (No puddles or piles were found in the house, either!!) I don't pretend to understand my dogs. Do you?
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