The Watch Bird

Rani somehow picked up the habit of alerting us to the fact that someone was in front of our house by emitting a loud wolf whistle. Mark has always hated that whistle – he says it hurts his ears. He has other reasons to hate it though. We ordered a pizza and the delivery person was a young pretty female. She pulled her car into the driveway, got out and handed the pizza to Mark at the front door. He put the pizza on the table and gave her the money. As soon as she turned to go back to her car Rani let loose with the wolf whistle. That girl spun back around and shot Mark such a dirty look that he backed up two paces, threw his hands up like she had a gun and said “I swear, lady, it was the bird.” She mumbled something not quite understandable and stalked off.

Another time Mark was doing something out in the garage. The overhead door was up and he was in plain sight. Someone happened to be walking by and Rani did her usual whistle. This time it was a guy; he turned around, probably expecting to see a female, but instead there was just Mark. He had to explain again that it was a bird.

She also fooled a guy living in the neighborhood. He was walking past the house, Rani whistled and he perked up and looked around to see who did it. My next door neighbor had a good laugh before she told him it was the bird. Rani was so faithful about her role as watch bird that after ChiChi (our Chow) started to lose her hearing she would listen for that whistle to know when to bark.

Cathy