As if to make up for her temper tantrum of the day before, Nature put on a bright, shiny face yesterday and put all the sound and fury behind her. It was warm enough I didn't need to light the fire; it was simply a gorgeous fall day.
When daylight came, a walk-around assured me the wind had done no damage here. All trees were intact and upright. Before dawn, however, there was a bit of a problem. Bessie Anne usually sleeps in, but she asked to go out about five and I let her. Big mistake. Whatever it was that put her on the hunt in the dark was not a skunk, for which I am so grateful. She would have caught up with a skunk right away. She has treed raccoons in the past; it wasn't a raccoon. This "it" had her coursing over the property like a bloodhound, barking like something demented. Bess becomes so single minded during a chase, she is deaf to everything. Because she is not normally a barking dog, Joel called just after sunup, worried that something serious might have happened here to set her off. While I was thanking him for his concern and explaining that my dog had lost her mind, she finally came dragging up the front path. I do mean dragging. Bess was completely knackered, made it into the house and collapsed. She's had so many problems with her back legs and could barely walk. I put her on the bed and she stayed there all day, going out on a potty run at nightfall and coming right back in. I'd like to say she's learned her lesson, but then I've always been an optimist.