Manwife and I got a dog. She is the bane of my life. I have a dog at my mothers house (Manwife and I aren't at the living together stage of our commitment) and he is stupid but awesome. This other dog, however, doesn't have any sense at all. Not. At. All. None. She is so vacant I sometimes wonder how she gets through the day.
We walk her up past Manwife's house on a regular basis, she knows this route and it's all fine and dandy.
However.
One night we were walking her, it was getting dark and we were on the home stretch of the journey when something alarmed her.
She suddenly began to look at an object on the floor in utter terror. We wondered what this could be as she has come across most animals like hedgehogs and such on her walks. But whatever this creature was had totally terrified her. She circled it and circled it and wouldn't go near it. We went to look at what had terrified our dog so...
...and found it was a rock covered in moss.
Not a horrid creature that might hurt her, not something that she'd never seen before. She was scared of a rock with moss on it.
Sigh.