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Friday, September 30, 2011

A matter of perspective

I love my great big Doberman Quincey.But there is one thing about her that irritates me a lot.That is her loud ferocious bark that makes even the windowsills of my house reverberate.
Quincey has an annoying habit of starting up a volley of barks just when i decide to lay my head down on my pillow. She would have by then wrapped up her own beauty sleep and would be fesh and vibrant.the result -louder barks and no sleep for poor ol me.Quincey has decided hat she is the lady of the house and if anyone dares to so much as touch the front gate she is on guard barring her teeth and sharpening her claws.
"The next time we have a dog, i shall make sure that it is a quiet , sweeet one like our previous Pomeranean." I vowed oone day. Scamper had come to us only after she already had one paw in the grave and in the two years she was with us would have barked only once or twice.
Then one night I was all alone at home . The house seemed darker than usual and very very lonely. My eyes fell on Quncey's big ears as they fell on the floor where she lay. The loneliness vanished and I got ready for a good nights sleep.
A distant thud, thud also made my heart go thud, thud. I remembered that thieves had been breaking into homes in our neighbourhood recently.My mind began to churn up various blood curling tales.
Then Qunicey began a volley of barking.My heart beat quietened as I saw her reassuring form near my bed.Never had her bark sounded so welcome! They chased away all the shadows in my mind.
I breathed a sigh of relief and praised the lord for giving me a dog like Quincey with such an awfully loud and ferocious bark.