I’ve been hauling firewood the past hour. EXHAUSTING WORK. And no easier with 2 feet of snow on the ground. I have to keep the puppy inside b/c our yard isn’t fenced and she has a tendency (read: compulsion) to run off after the turkeys. So I come in this last trip and sense something weird is going on. I hear Noises. The puppy isn’t answering. I grab my camera because I just know whatever she’s doing is bound to be bad. I enter the dining room to find THIS.