by Catherine Bader
Very old house. Second floor quaint apartment. She loves it.
Built in book cases. Large windows. One of those cute tiny doors near the stove.
Webster, her toy poodle is running back and forth in front of the 1 square foot door, barking like a maniac.
She opens the tiny door, bends down to look inside
Is pulled in so fast and so hard that her body broke the wall all around it, leaving bloody flesh and fabric
Webster went crazy running to and from the opening
Then stopped –
Here webby – come on boobers – come to mama