My dog was fixated on something beneath the bedI froze when I realized what had caught his attention.
Lately, Id been burning the midnight oil with my studies, leaving me utterly exhausted. Sometimes Id collapse onto the bed without even changing, out like a light in seconds. My poor terrier, Winston, had been sorely neglected.
Yesterday, I was dead on my feet and decided to grab a few hours of sleep. A sharp bark jolted me awake, sending a shiver down my spine. He stood right in front of me, barking so loudly the windows rattled.
At first, I thought he just needed a walk, so I reached for his lead. But he didnt budge. He lay on the floor, eyes locked onto something under the bed, unwavering, as if staring straight through the shadows.
Maybe one of his toys had rolled beneath it. I crouched down to helpthen gasped. My blood ran cold. I couldnt believe what I was seeing
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My dog was fixated on something beneath the bedI froze when I realized what had caught his attention.
I edged closer and peered into the darkness.
A sudden twitch of movement.
A tiny creature huddled there, tremblingwide-eyed and terrified.
A squirrel. Small, scrawny, and utterly petrified.
My dog was fixated on something beneath the bedI froze when I realized what had caught his attention.
It mustve darted inside seeking shelter, only to find itself trapped with Winston blocking its escape. Its little paws shook like leaves in the wind.
I murmured softly, not wanting to spook it further, my mind racing for a solution.
My dog was fixated on something beneath the bedI froze when I realized what had caught his attention.
How on earth had it gotten in? The whole scene felt surreal.
Thenin a frantic burstthe squirrel bolted. It shot from under the bed, a blur of fur, and launched itself straight for the open window.
I sighed, equal parts embarrassed and relieved, but couldnt help smiling at the little escape artists daring getaway.
