Call of the wild…

In the wee hours of the morning the dog woke me up. It was his “I want to go out and pee” woof. He’s like an old man with a bad prostate, who shouldn’t lap up a gallon of water before settling down for the night. I rolled over and eyed the digital clock glowing in the dark…4:20 AM. Good grief! There’s no use trying to ignore him. I did that once and he came and stood next to my bed and let out a woof that would raise the dead. He’s a big, 140 pound mountain dog and he sleeps on the cold tile in the sun room off the kitchen. He could hold it if he wanted to, but this is his nightly ritual. I roll out of bed and put on my heavy robe and slippers…it’s cold outside, Brrrrrr! I slip his leash on before I walk outside with him so I can help him find that one blade of grass that is just right. Otherwise, I would have to wait for him to walk the perimeter of the property, checking for critters and forgetting what he came out to do. I have no patience at 4:20 AM.

Out of the dark, came this raucous noise from the stand of pine trees and scrub oak that borders the back yard. Talk about loud! I don’t know how I could have missed this noise even from inside the house. From the depth and reverberation of  sound, I surmised it to be a HUGE owl. He was calling to a friend…a virtual hootenanny was taking place. Here a hoot, there a hoot, everywhere a hoot, hoot! As the dog and I stood listening to the call of the wild, the only thing I could think of was how the poor squirrels must be quivering in their nests, praying really hard to see daybreak.

I’ve left a youtube video for those of you who, whoo, whooo would like to experience the call of the wild.