Must Be That Villainous Meter Reader…

Maggie started to bark at eight this morning. I moaned as I stuck the pillow over my head. “Maggie?” I would holler loudly. “Quit barking.” Well, the sound of my voice just emboldened Maggie to bark louder. She was in guardian mode.  I then heard my next door neighbor's dogs start barking wildly as well.  Must be the meter reader. Maggie’s barking then reached a fever pitch.  I looked out the window and saw a very meek looking black man standing in front of my electrical meter.  He was carrying a very big stick to stave off dangerous dogs as well. He then walked around the back of the house to the gas meter.  Maggie would keep a healthy distance, but continued to bark maniacally. She got out before I could lock the dog door. What’s my little sweetheart doing now? Well, I am yawning from lack of sleep and Maggie is curled up on the couch sleeping like a baby. I guess her work was done and she is off the clock. It is time to head over and get my sodas.
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