“Fraidy cat…fraidy cat” Am not. I am a fraidy dog!
“What is it you are afraid of Chance?”
WELL…wind…I shoulda been a prairie dog. “REALLY?” No, not that kind of Prairie Dog a dog that lives in a real house on the prairie with you and Far Guy.
“BUT we live in the woods.” Yes… I know that, where leaves and twigs and all kinds of stuff falls from the skies. And now there are the daggers of danger. I knew what you were doing when you ordered me inside, I heard them come crashing down. I am a Border Collie after all. You thought you could fool me, or at the least save me from being impaled.
It seems there are ice daggers everywhere.
No place is safe anymore.
The rough ice hurts my paws. I can only play ball for a short time.
Then I hobble over to the door and drop the ball. Someone said I was “Pathetic.” I also have to be accompanied outside to do my business…mostly at night on account of skunks.
It is cold and windy here, all the mud is frozen solid, there are ice rinks all over the yard and ice daggers hang from all the eaves…except the ones that Far Side hit with her broom.