Yukon here~
Sally was barking her fool head off this morning for no apparent reason. Twice, mom went to the door to see if there was a stray dog on the porch, or something of interest, maybe a possum....but no. The second time, she noticed a huge bag of dog food that Dave had set beside the door. Since it was on an empty crate, it looked like it was big enough to be a person, peering through the side window. Maybe Sally was loosing her eyesight? She is getting kinda old. (Her hearing is fine, that's for sure.)
The third time, mom was getting low on patience. She went one step out of the house in her nightie and picked up the 50 pound bag, trying to bring it into the house, but only succeeding in making a trail of dogfood bits. Well, she did get the bag inside, but it was only 49 pounds by the time she got it there 3 seconds later. Sure enough, some "animal" had helped himself to a free snack. (I suspect the porch cats, myself). Sally was like, "see mom? I was trying to tell you." and dancing all around, plus "helping" clean up the spilled kibble, which wasn't helping Sally's diet efforts.
So Sally eventually got a much deserved pat on the head, and mom finally got another few hours sleep. They left it to the big brownie to clean up the mess, but hey! that's what us big brownies are for, right?
Yerz, Yureka da Hoover at your service.
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