At least once or twice every day the dogs jump up from their slumber
and head to the front door barking.
They bark and bark as if someone is breaking into the house.
It truly is enough to startle anyone.
Usually within a minute, everyone has settled down...
assured that nothing is awry.
But every once in a while the barking continues.
I swear the dogs see ghosts...
or perhaps their hearing is just so keen that they hear things that I do not.
Once in a great while the barking escalates into a frenzy,
with dogs jumping up and down in front of the door... unending.
It is times like this that I know that either a package has been delivered,
or that someone is standing at our front door.
The doorbell would be the clue... if only it were audible over the sound of barking dogs!
Saturday was one such day.
Barking. Snarling. Jumping.... prolonged.
I rushed down the steps from my lofty ironing spot to find a young man at the front door.
They funny thing is... unexpected visitors are a rare occurrence around here.
We live well off the beaten path, with a rather lengthy front driveway.
Yearly surprise visitors = maybe 2... maybe none.
Yet, in the midst of this routine barking...
a stranger was indeed at our...