I was sitting on the chaise with the dogs peacefully beside me. When I caught sight of a fly buzz once through the room. Oh no, I thought. Please let it buzz into another room before Charlie catches sight of it.
I watch as he jumps down and goes tearing down the hall toward the bedroom, his body close to the floor as if awaiting overhead gunfire to erupt at any moment. Poor Charlie.
I had left the blanket on the bed all mussed up so he could easily get underneath should something scare him.
But then I hear this frantic clawing and know he's trying to get into one of the closets. I get up and open the door. He disappears inside. I may never find him amid all the junk piled up. I hope he remembers his path to get back out.
Such is the life of a dog mom whose little one is terrified of tiny buzzing creatures.
It is much cooler today, and I'm going to go out and enjoy it. I have a new bird visitor who I saw flitting all over the furniture and plants. But of course as soon as I open the door Abi erupts into a barking fit and off it goes.
I caught it a bit here. I am pretty sure it is a Bewick's wren. They are so cute.
Here's to cool days and hopefully cooler nights. And to flies that fly under the radar so that Charlie does not have an anxiety attack.