The dogs are barking at the ghost. He lives upstairs and is particularly good at opening closed doors and shutting them, sometimes to great effect, with a dramatic swoosh. It is a little funny that our ghost has a sense of humor. My dogs are never amused. Sometimes he walks loudly on the wood floors, as if he's wearing hard heeled dress shoes. Sometimes he talks while the dogs bark, and is silent the instant the barking ceases. I have decided he is here to help, and as long as he doesn't intrude, I suppose he's a good a guest as any.
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