Neurotic Dogs, Rotten Squirrels, and the Path of Christ (Re-Visited)

[IN MEMORY OF OUR BELOVED MAYA WHO DIED A YEAR AGO TODAY]

Her claws would click lightly on the worn linoleum of our kitchen floor whenever she sensed a familiar foe just outside the door. Her nose pressed stealthily through the rubber flap of the dog door, giving her a clear view of her target. The rest of her body remained inside, motionless, rigid, and ready. Her tail pointed straight as an arrow while her f…