One of Gandy’s favorite winter activities is finding ice that has fallen from the black plastic that covers the wood stacks behind the house.
She was nosing around in the leaves there as I watched through the back door this morning, nosing around in the leaves and litter, pawing at something with great interest.
Suddenly, she lifted her head proudly, marched straight up to the back door, and lifted her head to look at me. She was holding a small brass bell by the short bit of color string attached.
She marched once around the front room, and came and sat on command so I could snap the picture. The sheepish look says “I know you’re going to take this away from me, but I really would like to keep it for my very own. I found it. I should get to keep it. Please?”
I can’t stop laughing. What a silly dog!
(And NO, I have no explanation for where the bell came from. It is quite solid, with clapper attached. It makes the least bit of a tinkle, and is more decorative than functional. Maybe Ann will recognize it. It came from UNDER the wood that I have so far burned up this winter, so it’s likely NOT from this year or last, since the wood’s been stacked there for at least two years.)