My dog is hearing things.

Maybe it’s just because he’s getting older. Maybe it’s because he’s still getting used to his surroundings in the apartment complex we just moved into.

But I swear it seems like he’s barking at nothing these days.

He jumps off the couch with hair sticking up off his back, trying to make me alert of invisible intruders.

I laugh at him. I feel bad for him.

Really though, I do the exact same thing. Continue reading →