Neurotic Dogs, Rotten Squirrels, and the Path of Christ

Her claws click lightly on the worn linoleum of our kitchen floor. She senses the presence of a familiar foe just outside the door. Her nose presses stealthily through the rubber flap of the dog door, giving her a clear view of her target. The rest of her body remains inside, still, rigid, and ready. Her tail points straight as an arrow while her foe pr…