The Big Scary Dog

Woken suddenly at 5 this morning. The bedroom was pitch black and a heavy rainstorm was beating on the windows.

Nevis was growling - a low, menacing, alert, Big Scary Dog growl.

Nevis is usually a gentle soul, and hardly ever growls.

So when he growls, we listen.

Me & Mrs B both sat up in bed. Nevis growled again. Was that a noise downstairs? Mrs B was out of bed in a flash, and had grabbed a window pole and set off down the stairs faster than you can say 'justifiable homicide'. I blearily stumbled after her.

Hearts beating just a bit faster than usual, we checked all the rooms. Turned on all the lights. Checked all the doors and windows. Everything was normal.

And The Big Scary Dog? He stayed at the top of the stairs, wagging his tail. He claims that he was just guarding our rear...

So a warning to all the burglars out there.

Don't come to our house.

If The Big Scary Dog doesn't get you, then Mrs B certainly will.