Out of all of the potentially scary things in the gayborhood, I did not expect that my labradoodle would be terrified by a faded Disney princess beach ball.
Ingrid has not growled and snarled at something so fiercely since that awful camouflage car in Washington DC.
It look her almost five minutes to muster enough courage to inspect the ball. I was thoroughly amused.
However, a truly terrifying thing happened about two minutes later as we started walking toward Cedar Springs Road — we startled a flock of pigeons feasting on one of the many piles of cat food in the neighborhood. The pigeons all flew toward us and almost clipped my head!
Ingrid was far less pressed by the birds than the ball, so maybe this was just karma for me laughing at her. 🔮
