Night before last I saw the first firefly of the season. Just one single, solitary lightning bug flying around the yard signaling for its mate. It's considered lucky to spot the first one. Kinda like wishing on the first star on a dark night. I got so excited I ran in the house to brag to my husband that I was the one to spot it first.
It's a little early for fireflies to be lighting up the yard. Usually we don't see them until late May, but the weather has been warmer than usual for this time of year, so I guess they're getting an early start. There's something so magical about seeing fireflies light up a lawn at twilight. I personally imagine them to be tiny fairies flitting around dancing on the dewy grass, flying up to meet each other in the branches of the trees.
Our bulldog Tubby however, sees nothing magical about these tiny, golden orbs floating in the sky around our yard. I took him out last night for his evening walk and no sooner had we stepped off the porch and he spotted his first fireflies. You'd have thought he'd seen King Kong hanging off the side of our barn from the way he was carrying on, barking ferociously and tugging on his leash to get back inside the house. How am I going to get through the summer without him freaking out every time we go outside for our nightly walks? He's got to be the biggest chicken there ever was! He's scared of loud trucks, vacuum cleaners, lawn mowers and now fireflies. So, my fascination with the fireflies won't be shared by the furry four-legged goofball of the family.
As I sit here writing this entry in my blog, Tubby sits next to me on the floor watching television. Believe it or not, a Dyson vacuum commercial came on tv and Tubby jumped up and started barking like a mad dog at the screen. You have GOT to be kidding me! He's even scared of vacuums on tv? Amazing and hilarious! This dog cracks me up!
No comments:
Post a Comment