Now that it's no longer too cold for the pooch to be outside, it's too damp, according to the missus. So, when I take out the Mighty Dachshund, we sit on the porch until the missus comes looking for us, usually about five minutes.
When we went out at 5AM this morning, the missus was asleep, so I knew we could get a little extra time. It WAS damp, of course, but if I could stand sitting there in my skivvies, I knew the pooch would be okay in her fur coat. It's 43F according to the computer just now. It's pleasantly quiet at that hour of the day, but you do hear and see a few things you might not during daylight hours.
I probably wouldn't have heard the bang that sounded like someone flopping something large into the bed of a truck. The sound came from a direction that was hard to discern, it could have been in the housing development on the far side of the hill, or it could have been on the property on the other side. During daylight hours, I wouldn't have seen the headlights pulling from a driveway out the road. Now I know that he apparently leaves for work rather early in the morning.
There were no wildlife sounds yet, no predawn twittering of birds, howling of coyotes or foxes, or hooting of owls. What I did hear, I might have mistaken for a nearly inaudible hum of insects in the summertime. Hearing it now, I recognize it for the slight tinnitus I live with. Too many days of off-bearing the sawmill and running the tractor in those pre-hearing-protection days are making themselves remembered in my old age. It's not too bad, thankfully.
After some time of enjoying our porch-sit, the pooch arose and faced the door, signaling that she'd had her fill of nature and wanted to go back inside. Once inside, I noticed that the bathroom door was shut, which means that the pooch heard the missus stirring around and wanted to see what she was up to. The clock said we'd been outside for half-an-hour. The pooch and I shared a stuffed oatmeal cookie and then went our separate ways, she to be with the missus and me to type this up.
I notice that she's now lying in the doorway of my closet-sized office, snoring away. She apparently decided that she wanted to keep both of us in sight or easy hearing. I guess she wasn't quite ready to give up my company entirely. She'll return to her spot my my wife's bed here shortly, when I go upstairs to catch a few more winks.