People and fur people who are Disciples of The Leader Otis,
Since Brother Henry has been feeling a bit vulnerable as he recovers from his surgery, I told him I would handle all Cult security duties for the next few weeks. I have been patrolling the house nightly, and yowling out the “all clear” call every five minutes or so to let The Brothers and the Guardians know that all is well. During the day I have been spending time in the Outdoor Domain looking and listening for any suspicious canine activity that might indicate the start of The Long-feared (Wiener) Dog Uprising.
Yesterday, while I was sitting out there, I was so focused on what was going on outside of the domain that I did not hear Brother Oliver join me. It startled me a little bit when he suddenly said, “What are we looking for Sir T?”
Resuming my vigilant scan of the area, I replied, “Well, Brother Oliver, I am trying to help out Brother Henry by lightening his workload so he can recover from surgery. I am out here watching for any signs that the Mongrel Horde might be planning an attack…”
I was about to suggest that maybe Brother Oliver could chip in and help Brother Henry as well when he said, “Does that wiener dog over there look rabid to you?” My head snapped quickly in the direction in which Brother Oliver was looking. Involuntarily I said, “WIENER! WHERE!?” But there was nothing there. Brother Oliver began to chuckle, and then he got up and headed back inside the house saying, “Made you look…”
I think it’s a shame that Brother Oliver does not take Cult security more seriously, especially with Brother Henry feeling less than 100 percent. I need to know that Brother O has my back right now. I was so mad at him I stood in the doorway and yelled, “Very funny, Brother Oliver, but I guess you forgot the lesson of that old story ‘The Boy Who Cried Wiener’.” Brother Oliver replied, “Ummmm… I might have forgotten the lesson of the story, Sir Thomas, but I think you forgot the the title.”
I had no idea what he was talking about.