“Should we tell him?” Gwen asked.
“Absolutely not!” her husband affirmed.
“The dog knows.”
“Likely.”
Other neighbours became annoyed with consecutive evenings of whining.
“What you suppose got into the beast?” one asked.
“Don’t know,” Gwen fibbed. “Perhaps it senses spirits of former residents.”
“Go on!” the neighbour chortled.
Gwen and her husband debated how long it would take for the dog to discover the truth of the sacred land it stood on.
Land wherein the remains of a beloved dog were buried by a previous owner.