My grandparent’s back yard had a covered patio just off the
back door. They had a sliding door that looked
out on the patio. The dogs were outside
dogs, but they were not allowed on the patio.
They knew this, but when they thought nobody was looking, they’d come up
and watch us through the sliding door.
My grandfather had some sort of sixth sense, some sort of dog-on-patio
detector, and the moment they’d peep their black eyes through the door, he’d go
running across the house, jerk the door open, and scream, “Getonouttahere!”
The first couple of times this happened, the dogs just stood
there looking at him with their heads cocked to one side, trying to figure out
what that even meant. I have to admit
that we all had the same look on our faces.
After he would swat at them, they learned that whatever he had said did
not bode well for them. I’m not sure if
they ever really understood him. It took
me years to figure it out too.
