Posted by Rebecca
I have solidified my trailer park status today. I posted my very own “Beware of Dog” sign on my front gate.
Anyone who knows Cassi would chuckle to see this sign. At the vet yesterday, the doctor and staff cooed about how sweet she is; so much lovelier than other Ridgebacks; such a gentle disposition. And it’s all true.
However, Cassi does have a fiercely protective side. I’ve seen it a few times in the 10 1/2 years we have been together. Once was during a couple-month bout I had with chronic migraines in 2002. My then-husband’s friend was visiting and he came into my bedroom to say ‘hi.’ Cassi perched herself between the two of us the entire time he was there, not taking her eyes off of him. Another time was when Cassi was just a puppy. I was walking her in my rural Oregon neighborhood and a nasty dog backed us into the entryway of a vacated house. Cassi stayed between that mean dog and I, barking, growling and bearing her teeth until I was able to flag down some help. A third time, I was getting ready for work while a heating and air guy was doing repairs. He stepped into the garage to check something and Cassi wouldn’t let him back in the house. He had to stand there and yell for me to ‘come get my dog.’
That being said, though, I’ve never had the need for a “Beware of Dog” sign. Well, until now. Cassi’s precarious gastrointestinal issues (which remain undiagnosed even after her appointment yesterday) have left me with no choice but to leave her outside. I’ve been worrying that some unsuspecting solicitor, utilities man, or friend may open the gate and surprise her – getting, of course, a mutual surprise in return. And while her bark is bigger than her bite, her bark is scary and deep and loud. But my biggest fear is that the unsuspecting individual would accidentally leave the gate open, and Cassi would spend the rest of the day trolling the neighborhood for snacks and sandwiches.
So up went the sign today, with all its unspoken threat and menace. It’s just not worth the worry of her getting out of the yard. And I’m sure it helps keep the riff-raff out. Besides, I think it suits the ol’ pink trailer, don’t you?