Gladys Kravitz in My House

If you walk by our house I want to give you fair warning you are probably being watched. See, we live with the dog version of Gladys Kravitz. If you did not watch Bewitched in the 1960’s this reference is lost on you.

Shay loves to sit on the pillows in the sunroom where she is well camouflaged peering out the windows taking note of all the neighborhood goings on. She will alert me if another dog walks by or a child on a bike. She doesn’t do it in a way that they know she is watching them. She is not a ferocious guard dog if you are out on the street. But come down our walk way and you will think she is a much larger dog.

Her Gladys qualities are just about being nosy. She just likes to spy on beings, human or animal, and make sure the nothing nefarious is afoot. That is unless you are a deer and then she never rats you out. I have no idea what deal she has struck with the various bucks, does and fawns, but she quietly watches them and never makes a peep.

That is her downfall as a Gladys. I wish she would make all the noise in the world when the deer are eating my plants. They must have paid Shay off somehow. Perhaps they have some dirt on her. For now she only good at spying on the innocent. Just like Gladys.