The Intruder
Sophie is my little dog that has free run of the house. We have a doggy door so she can go in and out as she pleases. Zane's dog, Heidi, has never shown any interest in being an inside dog. She'd rather own the backyard, hunt birds, squirrels and opossum, and wait for our neighbor's dog, Jake to make his occasional appearance. The only time she breaks in and covertly comes in the house is when there are breads left on the counters. Cinnamon rolls, kolaches, breads, pies, bagels are typically gone if we leave the dog door open when we leave. We've been trained to keep all those items in the pantry when we leave. Or we need to be sure to close off the doggie door. Well tonight, there were no goodies out on the counter. However, we had one very tired dog. Zane took Heidi bird hunting all day in Corsicana. I guess Sophie's bed looked more comfortable to her through the window than her own bed because this is what we found when we returned from dinner this evening. The ...