I Have a Dog

Poor Gracie The Dog... I'm home alone at the moment, cleaning , carrying boxes to the attic. I take a little break and i hear this creepy scratching. I am a little freaked out searching the house. I also am feeling a little jumpy because when i was taking out the trash the meter reader guy was there. shouldn't they be doing that by satellite or something now. Anyways I follow the noise up the stairs and poor Gracie the dog! She was behind the attic door, all full of dust and attic gook!