It’s just that kind of day. My first non-shitshoveling Wednesday dawned partly cloudy and cool with lots and lots of wind. I puttered for the first half of the morning, trying to work up ambition to start on a building project but just didn’t feel it. Finally decided to finish cleaning up the reloading shack. I really hadn’t noticed what a mess the rodents had made of it, and I’ve been working on it for a few days now. Today all I needed to do was sweep out the leavings from my higher depredations, so it didn’t take long. Then, still completely unmotivated to do anything useful and since I was already in the reloading shack, I did what I always do when I’m bored: I processed and loaded all my empty .44 brass. All told I was in there maybe two and a half hours, maybe a little more.
All that time the boys were snoozing in the cabin. Ghost never really liked the wind anyway, and he’s getting to the age where a nap is becoming his answer to most of life’s questions. 
It probably wasn’t LB’s first choice – LB’s first choice always starts with J and rhymes with “Meep Side” – but he was amenable. So very windy it was, by the time I came back at around 12:30, and so very asleep they were, that neither even heard me on the front steps until I opened the door.
Ever seen a 100+ pound Newfie-wannabe dog levitate like a cat? He was across to the far side of the cabin, turned toward me, every hair on end, barking and snarling – and even when I called to him and he woke up enough to see that this was his own Daddy he was threatening with painful death, he needed a moment to pull it together.
Ghost just shrugged and headed for the door. Then two minutes later they wanted back in, and now they’re back to sleep.
Having seen all the pics of LB, that sounds like a truly scary moment! Not so much when our 15 pound Chiweenie does the same thing. 🙂