|Lisa and Coach.|
Then we heard it: a deep threatening, growling bark. And since we had not seen the sleeping white dragon and had, like peaceful hobbits just come for the food, had sat down without scoping out the area like a Ranger, we were surprised. Jam and Coach both sat up at attention and then looked at us. In our best Gandalf voice we told them to sit down. They did and then they went into a down stay. Comforted that no harm would come to them.
Smaug was still not happy. He could spy them through the forest of legs and hobbits were in his territory. He let loose another yell.
"Oh, criminy! Let's get out of his line of sight." I told Fred. I pointed to a table at the other end of the patio. Fred nodded and we packed up and moved.
Smaug drifted off to sleep and our peaceful hobbit dogs, silent and happy, never made a peep the whole night. If I had had Gandalf's pipe of smugness to smoke, I would have. Hobbit dogs are so much more well mannered.