the real dirt

I look outside to check on Echo. I cannot find her. I look all around the house, and now I have to check the new space. No sign of Echo. So I call her, and wait--sometimes I call again and she appears, all black and white on one side and brown on the other and I know instantly where she's been and what she's been up to---she has been sleeping under the house--- again in the dirt. Ok, stay tuned for the picture.