Ah geez, this is a new low for our dog Ben. Now, I'll be the first to admit he doesn't have much going on upstairs, but this is lame even for him.
I was sitting on the lounge reading, when I hear Ben growling in the room over near where a pile of junk is. Nervously I approach, fearing a rat may have made it's way into the house. Nope, no rat. What was he growling at, you ask? A clock. That's right, a clock. We have an old clock sitting on the ground on top of said pile of junk, and Ben was growling at the second hand as it went around.
*sigh* I guess we'll be ok if we ever get robbed by clocks!