Mystery In The Tank

Mystery In The Tank
By Kate Chamberlin
Copyright © August 10, 2010 by Kate Chamberlin

I’d just sat down to take abreak from folding laundry in our back bedroom, when my guide dog put her head on my lap. I reached down to pet her, but she jerked her head away and stepped back. A sure sign that she wanted something.
I explained that she’d already been fed, watered, and parked, so she needed to wait. I returned to folding more laundry. Then, I heard what I thought was her lapping up water from the toilet tank in the front bathroom. A definite no-no for my guide dogs.
At the bathroom door, I sternly commanded her “Out”, but did not hear her nails clickety-click on the linoleum floor in a hurry to get out of there. I approached the toilet feeling around for her, but as I realized she wasn’t in the bathroom, I heard flip-flopping in the toilet water. I quickly closed the toilet lit, flushed the toilet, and closed the bathroom door behind me.
Peyton Grace came to me from out of the boy’s bedroom and I felt her chin. It was dry. She hadn’t been drinking from the toilet, but she did want me to notice whatever it was that was cavorting in the tank.
That evening, my husband checked out the bathroom. the drowned squirrel was no longer cavorting in the water.
It is just another wonderful story of how we can trust our fabulous canine guides in every situation.