Wednesday, August 13, 2014

I have a dog. In the summer dog is an outdoor dog. Almost twenty-four hours a day he’s an outdoor dog.

Except twice a day. I feed him inside. Just to let him know he is a people of the family.

In the winter the dog is an indoor dog. He is only an outdoor dog four times a day; and I pray for snow to cover the reasons he goes out doors four times a day.

In the summer time he lies in the room I formed from a former porch in our hundred year old home. He does that to beat the heat because it is north facing, I leave the door open for him and I have a screen door between the house proper and that back room in which I keep the freezer and use somewhat as a mud room.  The hot water heater is near the inner door, the one leading into the kitchen.

There’s a problem with leaving that outside door open.

Fly;s come into that room. Fly’s breed rather quickly. And dog hates fly;s.

The confrontation between dog and fly’s  gets rather noisy.

However. Fly’s are prey for spiders. A spider has recently moved in and spun a web between the inner door jam and the hot water heater.

Dog goes, each time he comes in to eat, first to the spiders web and snifs the spiders residence in the center of the web. And then comes into the house for his meal.

I removed the web and the spider once with dog watching. He sat and watched the action and cocked his head as if to question my actions. The spider had re-spun his web the next day and dog resumed his sniff of the webs center each time he comes into the house.

I hadn’t the heart to destroy the web again

Dog is content. I have noticed that I have fewer fly;s. But the days have been cooler.

Though that is a never mind because I still have fly combat in the kitchen.

Thinking about it; I think I’ve acquired a pet spider.

I worry how large that spider will get. And know, I think, that dogs disappearance will tell me when it reaches disastrous proportions.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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