So this morning I'm in my bedroom folding clothes, trying to put a dent in the literal mountain of family laundry when my dogs start barking. I opened the back door and shouted for them to hush. Well, a short while later the barking resumed. Normally our alpha male Willy provides the loudest and most insistent barking, but this sounded different. Spot, our kinda crippled one spoke up, and this time with great persistence. Irritated, I opened the door again to reprimand him, and here's what I saw:
That's right, one large snake, and one half-crippled dog refusing to let it out of sight. Willy stood guard by me and C3 at the back door, and I'm telling you Spot WOULD NOT budge from watching that snake. Observe. I guess he decided to get comfy since he'd already alerted me to the danger.
I called Hubby in a panic and he agreed to come straight away. Funny how the shovel of death loomed RIGHT beside the snake's head already! My hero swooped in and mercifully murdered the snake. Consequently I showered my puppers with loads of love, praise and Milk Bones. Hooray for guard dogs!!!