A long time ago, there was a dog called K.C. who lived in a house in the place over which airplanes flew. K.C. noticed the airplanes, he barked at them, and they went away, so he taught all the other dogs to bark at them.
One of the dogs who learned it from K.C. was Ranger. Ranger came to live with me, along with his sister, Misty. (Misty just pretended to bark at airplanes; she was quite near-sighted). But Ranger barked at airplanes.
Then we ended up with Pippin, somebody else’s puppy. Pippin didn’t see all that well either, but his hearing was phenomenal. He learned to bark at airplanes.
Then the hound showed up. Now she could see. Lacey isn’t very bright on her own, but she was quick enough to copy the others, so she barked at the airplanes.
Then we moved, and we moved to a place where airplanes don’t fly over all that often.
A helicopter just went over. Lacey just taught Laddie to bark at airplanes.
K.C. passed at the very end of 1991. But we’re still barking at airplanes.
Some traits just never go away, do they? Lovely story you’ve got there. My cats pass things on too.
Didn’t know you’ve been posting ~ I clicked on your link and see that you’ve written a few, eh. Very nice.
Kate, it’s a coming and going thing, as the mood strikes. Thanks for reading!