Amoradala
Ephemeral Spectre
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When I was around nine or ten, my dad took me to visit Mrs Jackson's house.
Mrs Jackson was the elderly mother of one of my dads friends, and I knew her because she would babysit for my brother and I occasionally.
I remember sitting in her kitchen, drinking orange squash and hearing the heavy rain outside and becoming aware of a dog barking.
I asked if Mrs Jackson had a dog and on mentioning this she also became aware of the barking, looked slightly irritated and went over to the window and banged on it.
"Leave him alone" she shouted, and when the barking stopped Mrs jackson continued talking where she left off.
After a short time the barking started again and again Mrs Jackson hammered on the window with "get off him, leave him alone " and this happened two or three more times before my dad, becoming as curious and baffled as I was asked what was going on.
"Whenever it rains" she explained "next doors dog comes under the fence to bark at 'Harry' "
"Who's Harry" my dad asked.
" I don't know what it is" she said pointing through the window into the garden " but that's Harry and that dog is at him again "
We looked through the rain streaked window and could vaguely see an dog (collie type) arched over and barking furiously at what looked like a large black slipper on the lawn.
My dad asked to go into the garden to investigate and Mrs Jackson unlocked and opened the door, to my great annoyance my dad told me to stay in the house, I was bursting to go and see for myself but I had to wait inside.
After some time my dad came back in with a broad smile on his face. Evidently and unbeknowst to Mrs Jackson, 'Harry' was a large catfish. Apparantly Mrs Jackson's son used to go fishing as a boy and sometimes put fish he caught into the pond. I have since learned catfish, having the ability to leave the water for a short time venture out in search of a mate.
Poor Harry must have been lonely or perhaps he enjoyed the dogs company ?
True story.
Mrs Jackson was the elderly mother of one of my dads friends, and I knew her because she would babysit for my brother and I occasionally.
I remember sitting in her kitchen, drinking orange squash and hearing the heavy rain outside and becoming aware of a dog barking.
I asked if Mrs Jackson had a dog and on mentioning this she also became aware of the barking, looked slightly irritated and went over to the window and banged on it.
"Leave him alone" she shouted, and when the barking stopped Mrs jackson continued talking where she left off.
After a short time the barking started again and again Mrs Jackson hammered on the window with "get off him, leave him alone " and this happened two or three more times before my dad, becoming as curious and baffled as I was asked what was going on.
"Whenever it rains" she explained "next doors dog comes under the fence to bark at 'Harry' "
"Who's Harry" my dad asked.
" I don't know what it is" she said pointing through the window into the garden " but that's Harry and that dog is at him again "
We looked through the rain streaked window and could vaguely see an dog (collie type) arched over and barking furiously at what looked like a large black slipper on the lawn.
My dad asked to go into the garden to investigate and Mrs Jackson unlocked and opened the door, to my great annoyance my dad told me to stay in the house, I was bursting to go and see for myself but I had to wait inside.
After some time my dad came back in with a broad smile on his face. Evidently and unbeknowst to Mrs Jackson, 'Harry' was a large catfish. Apparantly Mrs Jackson's son used to go fishing as a boy and sometimes put fish he caught into the pond. I have since learned catfish, having the ability to leave the water for a short time venture out in search of a mate.
Poor Harry must have been lonely or perhaps he enjoyed the dogs company ?
True story.
