I’ve been throwing dog biscuits here and there when I’m out. Dog biscuits do not make zombies come running. Unlike dog whistles, which do.
Yesterday I was sure I’d heard barking, so I doubled back. Janine was not happy about this. I pretended that the com system wasn’t working. I could hear Sam going along with it. Gotta love Sam.
Anyway. I doubled back and there she was. A lovely… something of a dog. I’m not good with the breeds. But she was definitely a dog – and HUNGRY! I tried to get her to follow me for more biscuits, but she’s clearly become fearful of people. I guess a zombie and a living person don’t look all that different. And, let’s be honest, showers are hard to come by in the apocalypse, so I probably don’t smell much different either…
She started backing off and then looking at me and then backing off some more. I felt like I was in one of those episodes of Lassie, cause I was sure she was ‘trying to tell me something’… Then a zombie shuffled onto the path and she ran off. So did I.
I’m going to go back this week – whenever Janine isn’t hovering.