Last night, I had trouble getting to sleep. I was still awake around two, flopped on the bed with the windows open, listening to the crickets. Suddenly, I was also listening to my dog bark.
It wasn’t a plaintive bark, like “Hey, let me in!” It was a fierce bark. It was, “There’s an evil intruder here and I’m saving the day!”
So I ran on down and out onto the porch to see what was the matter. Sophie was in the yard, wrestling with a cat-sized something, and winning. She shook it around like a toy, growling and barking and dropping it on the lawn, staring at it, at intervals.
I made my way out there in the darkness, and saw that she was staring at an opossum, limp on the grass, playing dead. I dragged her inside, and you couldn’t see a happier dog-face anywhere as I said good night. The possum didn’t seem to have bitten her anywhere I could tell.
This morning, the opossum was gone, as I knew it would be. Sophie is exhausted, and won’t move. I’m still going to call the vet and see if her rabies shot is up to date.
And I will declare that today is officially Sofia Kovalevskaya Dog Niehoff Day! (That’s her full name.) (She’s named after a mathematician. You could go look it up.)
Update: Her rabies vaccination is up to date.
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