I worked late all week, so Goldie got extra time with the grandparents (Hey, my dad calls her & me "the kids.")
Last night something scary happened. A guy showed up at their front door wanting to use the phone.
It is kind of pathetic that a man coming to the door asking to use the phone is a scary thing, huh? But it IS. I mean, who DOES that? They can't be up to any good, can they?
How many random phoneless people wander suburbia, stopping by the homes of the elderly to make a call?
I wasn't around to tell the guy I was going to call the cops - because I truly think that's what I would have done - but fortunately Goldie came to the rescue.
Mom said the dog hurled at herself at the man with the fury of a hound unleashed from hell. He was very, very lucky the screen door held.
Mom passed a cordless phone out to him, so if he indeed needed to make a call, he got to do it. But if he had any darker ambitions, they were thwarted by 65 pounds of rabid-looking mutt. Ha!
Another reason Goldie is officially The Greatest Dog in the World.
In a more relaxed moment.