I blame the snake …

Chewie stopped mid-stride during our evening walk, eyes riveted on the sidewalk.  Just as my foot was coming down, a sidewalk crack morphed into a little garter snake and slithered away.  It startled us but we continued our walk.  A brisk game of backyard catch with the tennis balls when we got home and then off to bed.  One of the other dogs brought a stuffed duck toy to bed and put it under her chin.  She must have wiggled it somehow because from across the bed, Chewie came alive.  He barked and rushed the dog/duck toy all the while shaking like a leaf.  It wasn’t until I tossed the duck toy to him and he pounced on it absolutely hysterical that I realized he was terrified but ready to defend himself.  The duck toy, which has been here for months without incident,  had to be removed from the room before peace was restored.  I totally blame the snake …