This is my dog, Buffy (yes; that show was still fresh in our memories when we got her). She’s 13, and has now lived through three popes… can’t be too many dogs who can make that claim.
She doesn’t run around as much as she used to. But the other night, she started scratching on my bedroom door. Then, every time I went to open it, she ran away… I thought she wanted me to follow her at first, but no; she just shot off and hid in another room… strange mutt.