Readers of this blog who bother to read my greyhound posts (both of you) know that Daphne is the shy one. The one that never barks. The one that is afraid of… well, of everything. I think it’s why she only ever (willingly) goes outside at night. Unfortunately for me, she loves to go out at night. Almost every night. But it was on one particularly luminous night that I let her out and while sitting on the couch waiting for her to come back to the door, I heard barking. Not just any barking, but full-throated ferocious barking.
The neighbor’s dogs sometimes bark at Daphne and Phoebe, but usually my pups just ignore them. But this barking was different. I went to the window and squinted out into the unusually bright night to see what I could see and was stunned to see Daphne – Daphne! – running along the fence barking at the two neighbor dogs. I could see her teeth flashing in the glow of moonlight and her bark (which had previously only been heard six times in the past four years) was that of a big dog.
My sweet, gentle Daph was out there tearin’ shit up and trying to throw down with the neighborhood hounds. I was so proud.
Since that day, however, I’ve not heard a peep from her.
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James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
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