Watching and waiting

Amber always fancied herself as a hunter. She would spend many nights outside, just sitting ... watching the top of the fence line. Those damn pesky rats would run across the fence and torment her - they knew she couldn't reach them. When she saw one, she would bark like crazy, which isn't always a good thing at 2am. The little minx would come inside when I called her to go to bed, but she'd sneak back out again.