Woof!
Kirby, the pampered suburban black lab, acheived another first today. We were walking along one of our usual trails and he was intensely tracking some invisible scent. He stopped and pointed hard toward a dense area of shrubs that grow down an old railroad embankment toward people’s backyards. The sky was clear and bright; it was hot and sunny for 7:30am. It was very quiet…unusually quiet, although lots of homes line the trail. Kirby stood stiffer and stiller than ever before and the hair on his back began to stand up. I began to wonder if people ever mysteriously disappear while walking their dogs. Then Kirby barked. Not a puppy-league yelp, but a full-fledged, deep-voiced, adult male “WOOF!”. His bark disapated my fears, he forgot about what he saw and we kept on walking. When I got home, I told my sleepy teenaged son about the exciting milestone and he said, “Oh, he was barking like that at the neighbor’s dog yesterday. I forgot to tell you.”
*sniffle* They grow up so fast!
Sherman’s first bark was couple of weeks ago. He was trying to protect me from my broom.
Ha! That’s funny! Sounds like something Kirby would do, too. My son has started calling Kirby by the nickname of Sherman. I have no idea why…