New Dog Wakes Mom At 6 AM Daily, Gut Tells Dad To Film It
What Was Going On?
Bosco was standing in the middle of the bed. His ears were pointing toward the shut door. He snarled and growled for a long time before barking. Emma muttered, her gaze fixed on the door, “What is it, boy?”
She could feel the sweat drip down her forehead, and her heart was pounding with fear. She slid one leg out from under her blankets. She had to find out what was going on, despite her apprehension.