The Dog is Weird

I pull in my driveway last night and get out of my car. I hear a noise. I can’t quite place it at first. Is it someone yelling? No. Dogs barking in the distance? But then why does it sound so distinctly muffled? And then I realize it’s Mrs. Wigglebottom, barking from somewhere deep in the house. Not near the door, where it might make sense for someone to stand and bark. But off in a far corner.

My heart sinks. I’m imagining her trapped or broken some place. Or at least cut or cornered by a cat. I run to the house. I’m saying calming things in a calm voice. I struggle with the lock and I throw open the door. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here. It’s okay.”

And she just comes trotting out of the Butcher’s room with this complete look of surprise like “Oh, is someone home now?”

This leads me to questions:

1. Was she barking because she heard me pull up? She’s about as deaf as a doorknob, but could she have some hearing I didn’t know about?

2. Did she forget no one was home and so was just barking until someone came and let her up in the Butcher’s bed? If so, then why did she seem so pleasantly surprised when I arrived?

3. Was she barking at something? Was someone to close to the house and I just didn’t see them running off? Was a cat in need of a good lecture?

4. Was she just barking for the hell of it?