*Henrietta*
By the time the sun chases away the fog, I see Snoopy is his usual perky self, so I dispense with the notion of fetching a physician.
After breakfast, I and Dimos scan the gardens, searching for any clues that might assist in discovering the identity of the men or what they had been seeking. We find only trampled flowers and foliage.
And one large rock near where Snoopy had lay crumpled. I assume it to be the weapon used to silence him or get him to stop attacking. I had never known my cocker to be so fierce, but then until last night, he has never had reason to be.
“You should probably continue to have someone keep watch through the night,” Dimos suggests as we stroll back toward the residence.
“They could have just been burglars,” I say.
He shakes his head. “You don’t
