Gracie just came downstairs barking her head off in a real "Come quick! Timmie's down the well and his pants are on fire!!!" kind of way, like she's never done before. Obviously there was something going on outside she could not handle. DH got outside before I did, but I was right behind. The problem? A stray dog that would not go away! Thank goodness it was dark and the chickens were locked up already. He had a collar on too, but we could not get him to come close to see if he had any ID. Kind of a scrawny, yellow-Lab looking thing. All male. We finally came back in, figuring that since there is nothing he can get into, he should go away. Guess I will keep the chickens locked up tomorrow until I make sure he is not around. Good Gracie!
