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.