A beast has been scratching the barn door.
I soon realize the beast is our big dog girl.
It quickly became apparent that there is something of great interest under the barn ramp.
Likely something small, warm and fuzzy.
It makes little squeaky sounds.
She can hear them.
She can almost, but not quite, suck them up through the floor boards.
Such torture, she can almost taste them!
But (thank goodness) she can't get to them.
It's enough to keep her occupied for at least a week.
She can't seem to understand why nothing happens when she barks at them, though.
Cheers,
Donna
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