Sol Monday

I walk through the gate slamming it shut behind me. As I hop up the steps I see my dog jumping at the door. I open the door and get covered in a face-full of mud. She bounds on her back legs and scraps her dirty paws all over my jacket. Her tail flaps like a flag on a windy day. She jumps down and starts licking my legs. Suddenly she stops and starts barking at me. Then she starts whining as she walks off. A confused look creeps over my face as I wonder what is wrong with my dog.