She pleads, cries, wheedles, shadowboxes on the door frame and generally acts like a needy asshole non-stop, all in a futile bid to enjoy the great outdoors. We don't want to let her out too much for fear a hawk (okay, two hawks) will carry her off, or Boo and Buddy (neighborhood roaming felon dogs, but sweet) will get a whiff and make her into a hat.
I would guess she sits here all day, waiting for the scratch of key in a lock that could spell a dash to freedom:
Also very popular, sulkily pacing by an open door:
Constantly rubbing the window-blind doodad is making inroads!:
And, though we're used to it now, the whole "Stranger in the House!" aspect of coming home and being sprung upon through glass by a smallish white boar has lead to the occasional palpitation:
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I think Griz & Picci need to hang out. Sheesh.
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