I had a little ‘incident’ yesterday. I decided to go double-check the wards, just in case I missed one. It was 94 degrees outside and I had a headache, but that wasn’t going to stop me. *sigh*
I placed a few of my wards in a location that is very hard to get too. To get to them, you must go through a patch of woods, swim across a creek, stumble down a steep hill, and then wade through a sea of stinging nettles and brambles. I call it the Gauntlet.
I decided to bring a shovel with me, just incase a Witches Bottle had become partially unburied or something. I also brought my trusty shogun. Just in case. It’s not fun when you run the Gauntlet while trying to carry a shovel and a shotgun. They get tangled up in everything and you end up nearly shooting yourself.
When I finally reached the creek I left my shotgun leaning against a tree. Not the best idea, but I didn’t want to get it wet. Plus it would throw me off balance since I planned on jumping from stone to stone to get across.
I crossed the creek without getting wet and made it down the hill without breaking my neck. Weaving my way through the brambles and nettles was hard, but I managed to avoid most of the demon plants. I had finally checked the last ward when I heard something large running towards me from the left. I didn’t even look to see what it was; I threw the shovel in its general direction and took off running back to my gun. I heard it falter, but I was too busy being stung by nettles and having my pant legs shredded to turn and see what it was.
As I ran up the hill, I heard it chasing me. I dove into the creek and swam across, nearly braining myself on a rock in the process. I heard the creature splashing behind me, but I had already made it back to my gun. Clicking the safety off, I spun around and aimed at the creature. Said creature barked and wagged its furry tail happily.
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There I stood; heart racing, bleeding, itchy, soaked and not amused…staring at a German Shepherd. The dog just stood there, wagging it’s tail and staring back at me.
And now I have a German Shepherd sleeping on my couch. A very lucky German Shepherd. Stupid dog…
At least he’s fairly well behaved. And housebroken. He’s collarless and very skinny, so he’s most likely a stray. Need to think of a name for him…
Valete
