The dog is here again. It's starting to wait at the back door instead of the front. I looked back further and it looks like I've suspected already that this dog is mine.

It scratched at certain areas of the door before leaving today, and I saw the scratches inadvertantly when I was leaving. It had scratched off the paint in big chips. It looks like the door was a slightly darker sort of green before. There was also a depression in the wood, and when I scratched more at the paint, I saw that the depression outlined a square shape just about the size of the dog. There were also little impressions of circles down there that had been filled in as. Maybe it had held nails for a latch before?

This is confusing. I have searched the house and I have no dog food or toys or beds or or speakers or any evidence that I have ever owned a dog, but still that dog comes back — closer today than usual, though it still won't let me touch it. When I get near it snarls and shakes its head, and it is never here when Win is here. I've mentioned it to her, and asked if I've owned a dog before, and she looked nervous. I think she thinks I'm making it up.

I need to think of excuses for the door.

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