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Four Tattletales

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Our lovely dog, Delilah, took advantage of Cyndie’s decision to allow some time off leash in the afternoon yesterday, while she shoveled away the accumulation of Wednesday night’s snow. After a couple of successes, in which Delilah returned to Cyndie when called, there came the great escape once again.

Out of sight in a blink.

Cyndie hollered and whistled for Delilah. She walked through the barn and found the horses in the paddock, looking at her while she made the ruckus. They’d witnessed this routine enough times before that they knew what was going on. Cyndie decided to drive the roads in search of our wandering canine. She hiked up to the house to get the truck keys, but was stymied by a dead battery.

That’s an ongoing occasional drama for another time.

She went back up to the house to get her car to widen her search. Down the road, when she spotted a flock of turkeys luxuriating in a field, she knew she was in the wrong spot. No dog in that vicinity.

As she returned to our place and pulled into the driveway, she spotted all four horses, now in the hay-field, lined up and facing one specific direction. They didn’t even turn to look at her, as is their usual behavior, but rather, maintained their intense stare in that single direction. They were clearly signaling a message for Cyndie, compelling her to look at what they were seeing. She turned her head to follow their gaze and immediately spotted the bright orange flash of Delilah’s vest across the street, in the neighbor’s field, past the snowmobile trail leading into the woods.

Cyndie described how it was the distinct posture of each of the horses which made the message so clear. They were not lolling around aimlessly, or relaxed in the stance of a nap, but instead were straight and tall, flexed as if on a specific mission. She would totally have missed that Delilah was in that direction, had it not been for their help.

The horses had totally ratted out our dog on the lam.

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Written by johnwhays

January 8, 2016 at 7:00 am

4 Responses

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  1. Love it!!

    Lynne

    January 8, 2016 at 7:28 pm

  2. This made me laugh! I can just picture it…haha! They aren’t earning brownie points with the resident pup, are they?

    Liz

    January 8, 2016 at 2:08 pm

    • It’s fun hearing Cyndie tell such tales. Delilah is smart, but I think the horses are smarter.

      johnwhays

      January 9, 2016 at 8:21 am


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