On Oct. 9, my black Lab was the first to make the discovery. Going about her morning-relief rituals, she began an incessant barking – not the usual hey-neighborhood, I’m-up, sporadic barks.
At the far edge of my lawn, I could see something white. There’d been frost overnight – and my eyesight was still a bit bleary – but a singular frosty area didn’t make any sense. So I walked over to see what Liza’s fuss was about.
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