It happened last night when Mommy was making dinner. She wanted to surprise Daddy with some delicious bacon wrapped steaks from Omaha and instead of pulling out the grill from the garage, Mommy made the steaks in the broiler. I never saw the broiler drawer before, and it squeaked a little every time she opened the door. So, Mommy was doing her normal dinner preparations to have dinner on the table by the time Daddy got home from work (Mommy is good at that), and everything was just fine and dandy. Then, the steaks must have had a lot of juice because they started to smoke a little, then a little more and when I ran into the room and smelled smoke, I got scared…. I mean really scared! Mommy saw me run out of the room and she came after me to see what happened. I was cowering on top of the bed, shaking, and she comforted me, then called for Daddy to sit with me while she finished cooking dinner. I could not stop shaking. That smoke really scared me, and it was not even a lot of smoke either, but I could tell something was wrong in “my world”. Mommy even tried to coax me out of the bedroom to sit on the landing by the opened back door, and she had to pull me down the hallway to the back door. I laid on the landing while they ate dinner, but would not move into the kitchen. The air cleared and I finally came up from the landing into the kitchen. Phew, I am so glad that was over. Daddy & Mommy both comforted me so I felt better. It amazes me the things that bother us, like when something in our world changes and we notice it, or when a neighbor hangs towls on a clothes line and I bark at them, or when I see my reflection in the oven door and I growl, those are things that bother me, but that small amount of smoke last night scared me. What would I do if there was a real fire emergency? I would hope that I would alert Daddy & Mommy if that ever happens.
What has scared you?