Frantic Bark In The Yard
Suddenly, Rocky darted to the backyard, fierce barks spilling from him as he barked relentlessly at the fence. The sound startled me.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I rushed over, curiosity piqued. His eyes were glued to the other side, as if something compelled him to warn me.
I crouched down beside him, peering through the slats. “Show me, boy. What is it?” It was clear that whatever troubled him involved more than just leaves swaying in the breeze.