“What’s THAT!!!!?” Hobbie meowed at me.

“GRRRRR,”  TLC crouched down into attack mode.

“What?  What?  I don’t see anything.  What are you —

OH! DOGS!!  You are hearing DOGS!  Lots and lots of dogs!”  I answered.

“At least six!” Hobbie counted.

“Yes!” growled TLC. “Six dogs on the farm! Six dogs altogether in a pack!  Six dogs Who Do Not Belong here!!!”

“Oh, gosh,”  I shuddered. “What do we do?”

“We GO GET’EM!!!” TLC announced.

“Okay, lead the way,” Hobbie commanded.  “Come on, Boo, you’re a dog, and you need to be part and parcel of protecting the farm.”  Hobbie nudged me with his right front paw.

“But, but!  What about MOM?!  My job is to be with Mom all the time, no matter what!”

TLC looked at me with a withering stare…”This IS protecting MOM!!!  And it’s protecting Dad! AND THE FARM!!!  Get yourself in gear and let’s GO!!!”

So off we went.  Down the gated pipe, next to the house and the new alfalfa field, up the in-between road, then over the bridge past the freshly mown two-year-old alfalfa field to the equipment area.

“SHHHH”, Hobbie stopped and hunkered down by the land plane (leveler to some people),  “Get over here,” he waved with his paw… “Someone or something is coming.”

TLC and I slipped in right behind Hobbie, each of us taking a different spot under the leveler.

“What Now?” I whispered.

“SHHHHHHHHHH,” TLC reached over and put his paw on my nose…”SHHHHHHHH, something is coming.  SHHHH”