I woke up early and was reading downstairs. I had dozed off and awoke when I saw the dog in the room. He immediately went and sat by the door. He doesn't often signal that he needs to go out, but this was it. I clipped the leash to his collar and we went out.
He was a dog on a mission. He did not stop to sniff anything. He did not stop to pee. He was so determined in leading me that I was convinced he knew the whereabouts of a crashed alien spaceship. And I needed to see it. It turned out he was having intestinal troubles and there's something about a neighborhood dirt road that helps his relief. And we went back inside.
I was a little disappointed that we didn't find the spaceship.
