I've sniffed this corner earlier today, and nothing has come of it, though I will check again later. Who made the markings on my wall? At least whoever did this avoided my small house. I'm still looking for the culprit, sniffing around the gutters and perching vigilantly over the edge - scanning the horizon - and all I see is a food truck with people who pet me and get me in that good place behind my ear. Bark, I want that food! Lanky Man give me your strange food! Lanky Man waves at me, but no food came from his paw. Maybe later, back to work...

What's this?! Many birds suddenly on my roof?!

Barkbarkbark!

-Richard Kniazuk