Were you digging in the dirt?
He seemed offended by the accusation and responded with a silence that hoped to prove him innocent beyond all reasonable doubt. But I was not fooled by his haughty nose-in-the-air dismissal of my query.
I did not know where he found dirt to dig. The ground has been frozen or semi-frozen for weeks and he usually doesn’t dig in frozen ground.
The answer to my question went unanswered, until I attempted to tether him after the chores were done for the day, I found the spot where he found non-frozen earth. Behind his doghouse, under the roof where an old rock walkway has become a storage space for garden equipment, I found a hole or rather a crater.
Butler seemed sad that the air compressor was in his way of his task of digging to China.
So much for righteous indignation.