I almost dropped my coffee. Grace doesn’t bark. Not at squirrels, not at delivery trucks, not even at fireworks. So when I heard that single, sharp bark from the living room— I froze. I peeked around the corner. She was standing on the rug, tail low, ears forward, staring out the window. A squirrel. I smiled. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t angry. Just her voice. For the first time, really using it. #Pets #Dogs #FindingHerVoice