An Unexpected Visitor at 4:45 a.m.

Recently, my husband Randy and I were sleeping soundly in the wee hours when our terrier, Libby, started barking. Only this wasn’t her usual “hearing a raccoon meandering outside” half-hearted growl. This was a full-throated, loud, angry protest. She leapt off the bed and stood by our front window, yapping in a maddened frenzy. Nervous […]

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