Indy was a stray picked up by the Humane Society twelve years ago. They didn't know any more about her than the road where she was found. All I knew is, though I don't have a doorbell, she would run barking to the front door when she heard a doorbell on TV. My guess is she was a family pet that lived inside a house for her first few years. Lately she runs to the door and barks multiple times a day even though there is no one there. Could be that w/ the cover of snow she is confused by hearing cars further off. Maybe she's going a little cabin-crazy and just enjoys a good bark. Probably she figured out that, since I reward her when she lets me know someone is visiting, jerking my chain a little might cause a kibble to fall out.
Stray is a shortened version of the Old French word estrayer.
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