“What’s that noise?” Mike said.
“Sounds like the generator. Let’s check the control box.”
Mike and I walked to the circuit-breaker panel and studied the indicators on the control box next to it that handled the switch over from grid power to generator power and back again. “Hmm,” I said. “It says here that the power from the grid is okay.”
“Robbie,” Mike said, “why don’t you take Thor upstairs and let him go down into his run? It’s been awhile since our last pit stop. And be sure that the gate to the outside stairs is locked. George and I are gonna go check the generator.”
“Yes, Sir,” Robbie said.
He took the Irish Setter’s leash and headed into the house, while we exited the garage, closed the door behind us, and walked around the cabin. By the time we got to the far side, Thor was already busily inspecting—and marking—the perimeter of his run.
When we got to the generator shed, we could see that the door was closed and the lights inside were on.