Miscommunication

 

“You’re just being silly” she said to the dog, who was trying to reach under the bed for something. “I already moved the bed once today so you could retrieve your ball. If you let it go under there again, too bad so sad.”

Cocking his head at his human, the dog let out a snort, like a horse, which he did when he was frustrated with her.

Snorting was a common occurrence.

He reached again under the bed, his long legs not quite long enough.

“Goodness, you’d think there was a monster under there.”

The monster startled and blinked.