Strugr

I know Odin well as he attends the church and lives before us and works beside us and is building the house on the lawn; and I have never faulted in my responsibility on all these occasions of chancing upon him to stand at a distance of twenty or thirty feet and bark raucously.

He entered the yard on Saturday, and I was standing at a distance of twenty or thirty feet and barking raucously when the female came out. “Be quiet, Zack” she ordered. “Hola, Odin!” she called. She went in. I waited till she was out of sight. I then took up a stance not less than twenty or thirty feet from Odin and began barking raucously. The female came out and swatted me.

No doubt this is the chain reaction of the violence she suffers at the hands of the intemperate male. See my last post.

Last night the male came out with a stick and gave me a little speech. “Now Zack,” he said, “you can whine and you can yawn. You can run around and you can wag your tail and you can smell things. But you cannot bark.” He then left the stick lying on the top step. [I forgot to mention that while he was making this speech I exercised my liberty to whine and yawn. - edited by Zack at 11:43 AM]

As I was trying to sleep I heard them talking. “It would be great if he were the kind of dog who would fasten himself to the inside of an attacker's thigh and hang on for life,” the male was saying.

“But if he were that kind of dog Odin would be dead.” the female replied.

“Wouldn't that be something to report to Mike,” the male answered. The female giggled. “Hey Mike, good news! Odin's situation has been completely resolved!” The female laughed. “Moreover he has made great strides in his sanctification!” The female pealed into her pillow.

“On a less cheerful note, we had to put Zack down.” The female erupted into something like what you would hear out of a sick horse.

It was extremely disturbing. I almost went in there with the stick.