March 15, 2017 by Petrea
Wilma Wednesday: Social Petworking
“Ngah, ngha, nom, slah slah slah ngah…”
“Ngah, ngha, arlgh…”
“Arlgh, ngha, nnnnnghaaah…”
She continues to ignore me. A new bone from the butcher is a factor. The factor. Until her ears go up. “WHAT?”
(I don’t know what she’s responding to, but it’s not me.)
Wilma gets up and trots to the driveway gate. Whatever it is must be dealt with.
I listen. Libby barks from behind her fence across the street. Wilma barks, too. At least one other dog joins in, maybe two. In a minute, the barking quiets and Wilma comes back to the porch.
“What was all that about?” I ask.
“Charlie walked by.” She relaxes and gets back to her bone.
Of course. The four o’clock Charlie. I’d forgotten.
Oh, never mind. I’ve forgotten what I wanted to ask her.