Although central Pennsylvania missed the record-breaking winter storm that is affecting much of the northeast today, we're still having very strange weather for April. We didn't get the 12 to 16 inches of snow most area forecasters predicted, but flakes have been falling intermittently between the sleet and rain.
This morning I woke up to crazy winds that sounded like it was about to shatter all our bedroom windows. Because I worked last night and the weekend reporter wrote a story on the weather, I knew we were in for gusts up to 60 mph throughout the day.
But poor Toby didn't.
When I let him outside for his morning bathroom break, he nearly toppled over before he could get all fours on the ground from the last porch step. And I know it's wrong to laugh, but I couldn't help it. Then I watched from the doorway as he stumbled around in the yard looking like a drunk after a long night of too many rounds. The wind just tossed him in all directions and he couldn't secure his footing.
Then the funniest thing happened. The bird feeder, the one he looked at lustily all last summer trying to mentally concoct a way to reach the stale bread I filled it with, toppled over onto the ground when a particularly strong gust swept through the yard.
You would've thought his arch nemesis just invaded his territory. Toby absolutely freaked out. Within seconds, the hair on his back stood up and he was barking at the plastic contraption with every bit of energy his tiny body could muster. He circled it, he growled, he jumped up and down, he barked some more.
After a few minutes of warning the inanimate object that he was in charge, Toby felt brave enough to close in and sniff the intruder. But just then, another gust of wind kicked up, flipping the bird feeder in Toby's direction.
And wouldn't you know that it nipped him right in the nose, sending our otherwise ferocious dog running back to me in a panic.
Bird feeder: 1
Maybe next time, Toby. Maybe next time.