Recently I was home alone at night. My husband had taken the kids out shopping and I was home alone enjoying the
ice cream silence. I can’t even remember the last time this happened. I was probably single and had a perm.
I walked upstairs to get something when I heard a light scratching noise coming from my son’s bedroom. “That’s strange, ” I thought.
I non-stupidly whipped out my phone and took several pictures of my son’s room. I thought the flash would illuminate whatever was in there. I don’t know why I didn’t flip on the light switch, but I was effectively creeping myself out and not thinking straight.
With the first shot, I saw this.
If you can make it out, it’s my chihuahua.
I was amused at how our old dog had freaked me out, but then I noticed she was still just standing there, staring at me.
She just stood there, staring at me. For five pictures.
I had an Amityville moment and thought about obeying that imaginary voice in my head that said “get out”!
Instead I just slowly closed the door and backed down the stairs.
I heard the dog click her way back into her little doggy bed. Can chihuahuas giggle?