Another Interesting Night   Leave a comment

Yesterday evening started off on a sad note.  My friend Ferrabie called to say her grand old Border Collie, Meg, had died.  Meg was eleven and had seemed in good health.  Her sudden death was a shock.  She was one of those dogs, usually of collie type, who greet people by curling her lip back and showing her front teeth.  This is their version of a friendly smile, and can be endearing or alarming.  It depends on whether you know the intent.

Later, we were all —  Billy, me, Xena, and Rye — spending the evening dozing by the fire.  It was after eleven when Xena (curled up, I realized, on my good jacket) suddenly sat up and pricked her ears.  She was listening so hard they practically popped off her head.  Suddenly, she let out a yell and hit the dog door at about forty miles an hour, while Rye blinked at her in amazement.  She raced around to the road side of the house, shrieking at the top of her lungs.  I stuck my head out of the door to see what the heck was out there, and heard a voice yelling at her.  It was too dark to see much, and by that time she was sitting on the lawn looking down the road, as rigid as a little dog statue.  Finally she relaxed and came back in, and so did I.  I figured it was a late rider going home.

A few minutes later, though, the sheriff’s helicopter started circling above us, spotlighting the river.  We listened for a while.  This isn’t unusual, but the copter was closer and more persistent than usual.  I peered out of the door, and got the spotlight right in the eyes.  After I blinked away the spots before my eyes, I realized there was a patrol car sitting in the road with their headlights trained on the river.

At that point, Billy got in his pickup and went to see what the heck was going on.  It turned out that there was a stolen car across the river, and they thought that the thief had headed this way.  They described him as young, and wearing a blue t-shirt with white sleeves.  Billy told them about the dog alarm and came back in.  The patrol car sat there with the lights turned off for some time, while the helicopter circled overhead for close to an hour.  Finally everyone left, and silence descended again.

We figured there had to be more to the story.  They had to have been chasing someone to get that description; and surely they wouldn’t have spent that much manpower on the simple discovery of a stolen car.  Plus, it was almost certainly the thief who set Xena off, and he would have to have been pretty motivated to slosh through that ice-cold river.  It’s mostly knee-deep right now.  Well, there’s another story we’re not likely to ever know the end of.

But we figure Xena may be a lot better as a watch dog than we thought.  And I let her get back on my jacket.


Posted December 31, 2012 by stablewoman in Around the Ranch

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