My old Ginger loved to lay outside and snooze in the grass, or in the driveway, even on hot days. She was laying on the apron from the drive to the street looking like a dead dog, when she suddenly got up and jumped about four feet sideways. In that instant there was a meathead kid with a car full of meatheads that drove up on my easement and right over the spot on the apron where she was laying. I almost had a real dead dog. They probably thought, well, I don't know what they were thinking.
After that she never went near the street, and I always wondered how she knew to wake up from a sound sleep and jump out of the way. |