Tim Dowling: the curious incident of the old dog in the night-time

On the ground floor, I hear claws on wood. Someone walks halfway down the stairs, then stops

It’s Saturday afternoon, and there are odd noises coming from downstairs: furniture scraping, strange bumps and crashes. It’s as if we’re moving out and no one told me. I stay in my office, figuring I’ll be informed where to go when the time comes.

“Your dog is looking for you,” my wife says when I finally go downstairs.

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from Network Front | The Guardian http://bit.ly/1QCr2YZ