Scenes from Easter Break: The Snuffling Dog

The Dog's sister is visiting. And she is being very odd. She keeps snuffling and scratching under the bookcase that stands to the left of my desk. I began to think there might be a mouse hiding under there or something, she was so persistent.

I took a Swiffer thingy and discovered that there were bits of somethings under there, somethings more substantive than just the eternal dust bunnies that exist in a house with animals. I used the handle of the Swiffer thingy to see if I could pull out any of the bits. There was a marble, a dry erase pen (yay!) and a little box of retro aluminum coasters with poodles on them which I vaguely remember being given by The Neighbor. There was also some very ancient kibble, which Sister Dog immediately began to eat. Eewww.

And I thought that would be the end of it, but she's still scratching and snuffling and I can't figure out what in the world could be so compelling.

I admire her persistence. But I don't know that it will be rewarded. Moving the cupboard to see what else might be there would require unloading 412 pounds of serving pieces and tins full of bread and flour and sugar. And I'm just not in the mood right now.