Why living in the country is awesome:
- Lots of space
- Lots of stars
- Lots of peace and quiet
- Weird noises scare me
- The dark scares me
- Being home alone scares me
|Our wannabe guard dog playing dead as part of her attack method|
|Playing innocent is also part of her game|
|Protecting Brady from big bad monsters|
If you haven’t ever lived in the country, or haven’t lived in the country in a while, you may not realize that when I say dark, I mean pitch black. No moonlight. No street lights. No stars. So now we all agree why this can be scary.
|Guard dog reporting for duty, sir|
|Don’t make me come over there and lick you to death|
The thundering noise got closer.
|I’m gonna come at you like a spider monkey|
|See what I did to this Frisbee? Don’t tempt me.|
As soon as Brady shuts himself and the wannabe guard dog in the pen, a huge horse runs past. A dang horse. It wasn’t a big bad monster. Just a horse.
This would have made more sense if we had owned a horse. But we didn’t.
If a neighbor’s horse decides the grass is greener on the other side, do you get to keep the horse? We couldn’t find any laws pertaining to roaming horses. So, Brady delivered the horse back to our neighbors. Brady walking as calmly as he can while the horse chases him the whole way. Sometimes Brady having to run around in circles to keep the horse from running him over.
Anyway, the horse found his hole in the fence and reluctantly went back home. Back home where the grass isn’t always greener. And there are no wannabe guard dogs to pester. Or 24-year-old boys to scare. Cause I wasn’t scared. But Brady was. His pounding heart and wide eyes told me so.