Boy oh boy.
Something must have gotten into the yard last night, or at least been prowling around the fence.
Elsie wouldn't even come in for breakfast!
Something out there caught her nose and attention, and that's been it.
Nonstop, deep-chested, growl-preceded barking
Funny thing is Elsie has a much deeper, more resonant, stronger bark than Ridge; Pinot does, too, taking after her mom.
And it echoes (just what the neighbors want to hear at 7:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning).
Maybe the danger is still out there. Elsie thinks it is.
But I sure can't see it.
And I've been out now.
Walking the fence line.
Telling Elsie it's okay. SHOWING Elsie it's okay.
But she's not quitting.
This is Elsie's view through the fence (do you see anything?):
Elsie, bless her heart, sounded the alarm the whole time I took these pictures. And this from our usually quieter one.
Ridge is our barker. But not today. He couldn't care less. Whatever is out there hasn't phased him one bit.
Pinot and Kenya, of course, had to join in the fun (ohboyohboyohboywegettobark!), though I'm not sure they knew what the fuss was all about.
They seemed to just follow Elsie's lead.
Such a ferocious girl -- sweet, gentle, attention-needy Elsie Bear. The Leaner. Snuggler Extrodinaire.
Yet there she is, hackles raised, alerting to whatever it is that's threatening her loved ones.
So what if it seems like she's barking at the wind? She's doing her job. She's doing all she knows to do to warn and protect those that matter most to her.
It may look a bit like tiny Elsie against the great big world...
But she's not the least bit intimidated.
In her mind, her family's well-being is at stake.
She's doing what comes naturally.
Keep it up, Girl.
'Til next time,