Well, my exhaustion has finally gotten the best of me! I found way too much humor in the following scene. I hear Cleo going nuts, barking at the door. She does not bark often, so I knew it had to be something. Well, as I got to the door, I saw what she was barking at. On our back deck, we had a rubbermaid stool sitting out to dry from bleaching our shower tiles. Because outside is "her domain", I suppose that stool was considered an intruder on her property. She was totally scared, yet angry with the stool! Watch her fierceness!!!
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