Unfortunately for us, their barking got the attention of Molly, our Jack rat, and Kaz, our normally gentlemanly but curious Great Dane, and they both let us know that if we wanted quiet we needed to let them out. They immediately found Val and Sal and the four of them created quite a noise. They were likely on to something and whatever it was time would take its course.
And that's why I call this "Friday Night Lights". Or sometimes Monday, or Thursday, or whatever. When our small but energetic in house "football team" gets together the rough housing begins and last night was no exception.
Molly is clearly the quarterback; she calls the shots and is very demanding. Of course, she is not afraid to "run the ball" herself. Val and Sal are like two tackles or guards and they can play both offense and defense. Kaz is the fullback, always around to provide whatever Molly wants. He worships the little dog and they are as close as two dogs can be. Mutt and Jeff is the best way to describe their relationship.
Well, the chaos continued for about thirty minutes and then, just as suddenly as it started, silence. After about five minutes I figured I'd better check things out. Whenever this group gets totally silent something is usually up and it often isn't good.
Walking out into the dark on a typical humid and warm night, I called for the two inside dogs, first Molly and then Kaz. Kaz, always the most responsive, quickly approached and I opened the door and let him inside. I called for Molly again with no result so I decided to sit on the deck and wait for a moment. She always takes a little time to respond. I think it's her show of independence.
Anyway, my wife came outside and decided to walk over to the barn and look around. And she found the cause which, in this case, was last night's football. A dead possum lay beside the barn but, since it could be playing possum, she left it where it was. Molly came back home with her and the Mountain Boys came and took up their evening vigil in their customary spot on the dog bed just outside of the kitchen door.
This morning when I went to the barn to feed the horses the possum was still there, stiff as a board. I guess the Mountain Boys found him either en route to or leaving the barn and held him at bay awaiting Molly. And while I don't like to have them kill critters that really cause us no harm, I know it is just what they are born to do.
If an animal is part of our extended family, they never need to fear harm from any of the dogs. But if you are a stranger and you make the mistake of stepping foot on their turf when they are nearby, look out. It's just the way nature is and it is our way of life. And come to think of it, ever since we got the Mountain Boys we really haven't seen many critters on the farm, at least not in the fenced in residential portion. They have learned and performed their job very well.
Those of you who have never experienced rural living might find this to be very dull. But to me it shows that God created all of His creatures, including us, for explicit purposes. Some of us take our entire life finding out exactly what it is; others of us figure it out at a young age. But as for my dogs, each of them know naturally what it is they are meant to do and be. And it is just a wonder that God created such wonderful animals.
Thank you, Lord.
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