[Stochey]

The other day I was standing by the door, getting my Manchester Terrier (Hambone)'s leash ready. Normally he is jumping about the height of my chest in excitement for his leash but this time he was standing way way back. I actually called him over there (I never have to do that) and he still didn't come.

A black funkin had rolled out of it's tub and was on the floor to the side between him and me.... I moved it and he was able to brave the kitchen hall again.