more bark than bite...

So Mighty Mylie just started barking her little head off in the direction of our light less foyer. She was barking fairly intensely for such a little squirt and with enough passion for me to call out and see if Kevin was trying to scare her. She persisted, but with each rousing yelp began negotiating her way, rump first, to where I was seated at the kitchen table. Apparently she has some chicken in her bloodline as well as Shih Tzu and Terrier...pansy. Had flashbacks of my little sister watching "The Wizard of Oz" on our living room floor. By the time the monkeys hit the skies she had backed completely up into dad's enveloping lap...