Too darned quiet.

Where did that dog go?

Yeah, better get up and see what Lucy is up to.

I check her crate, I check the kitchen, I check upstairs. Panic sets in when I can’t find her. Finally I see two white ear tips over the half-door between the kitchen and back porch. Guess who is on the back porch.

“There you are!”

Tail wags. “I got stuck out here.”

“That will teach you to mess with gates and doors that you shouldn’t be messing with, won’t it?”

“Not really. I’m a Bull Terrier.”

“Well, at least you didn’t shred anything.”

“Wait. Like I said, I’m a Bull Terrier. I’m just lulling you into a false sense of security.”

And so it begins.