Quinn is sitting in her window sill seat and barking... at the snow in the yard.
Sigh.
Not ferocious "get out of my yard or I'll rip you to shreds" barks, just little "I'm not sure I like this or really know what it is... there's something different and I'm weirded out by it" barks.
Woof. (long pause) Grrrrrroof. (pause) grrrroof. grrr. mrph.
