You know how I feel about Flash, aka Sir Barksalot, the Flashster, Mr. Mouth, and various other names. I’m especially fond of him lately because my next door neighbor came over yesterday and wanted to know if I’d heard anything in the afternoon. Someone had vandalized her house. They’d taken out both her front windows with either a brick or a rock. I hadn’t. But Flash had been very, very barky. How could I hear anything over Flash?
From now on, I’m paying more attention to what’s bothering him.
When I first moved into this house, eight years ago, I left the Beware of Dog signs up on the fence. Good thing, too. Maybe it was the signs that protected me, but I suspect it was Flash barking like mad.
So, I was pleased with my furry friend…until last night.
You know Flash has been on a diet, right? His only snack is a cup of lettuce a day. This has been going on for a week – only a week.
Last night I let him outside for his last potty break. I heard a curious buzzing sound and realized the June bugs were back. We have a tremendous June bug visitation every year. One year, there were so many bugs on the patio you couldn’t see the concrete. Most of the time Flash ignores them or watches them as they fly, then fall to the ground, landing on their backs.
Not this year.
This year he ate them! He went around snap, scarf, snap, grabbing them out of the air. When he encountered the ones that were wriggling on the ground, he ate those, too. I was sitting there, staring in horror, as he ate thirty or so (alive, I might add) before listening and coming back inside. The patio was clean, though.
I guess it’s protein, even though I wish he hadn’t eaten them alive. Eww.
Still, he’s my hero, so I’m going to ignore him eating all those bugs.
When I brush his teeth tonight, however, I’m using gloves.