“And your little dog, too!”
In spite of the occasional nightmares involving flying monkeys and green wicked witches, my favorite movie when I was a kid was The Wizard of Oz. Thanks to the little yapping dog next door, I have come to understand why the Wicked Witch of the West wanted the little dog, too.
Toto was a Cairn Terrier. Apparently the word ‘cairn’ must be ‘loud.’ These dogs love to bark. Wait, not bark – yap. It doesn’t even have a real bark.
They yap at the mailman; they yap at every single passerby. Did a squirrel dare to cross their path? They must yap. Wait, was that an ant crawling past? Yap, yap, yap. Oh, look! A candy wrapper blew by. Yes, you guessed it: yap, yap, yap.
Dogs are great I love dogs. I have owned dogs. Never did I leave a dog outside, allowing it to bark non-stop. If they barked, they came inside. Some owners, however, feel it is sufficient to tell their dogs to be quiet.
I need to find one of those crystal balls the Wicked Witch had. I figure if she used it to locate Dorothy, I can use it to contact her. I have a little dog for her to stick in her basket and ride away with.