This is not at all bikey, but we're doing some remodeling in the basement, where the dog usually spends the day. So we're leaving her upstairs. Problem is, that's the same level that the mailman shows up at.
I don't know what happened in her past life, but mailman = MORTAL enemy. As a result, she's been tearing the krap out of the door in her effort to tear the krap out of him.
Which pisses me off because now I have a new summer refinshing project along with tonight's winter project of building a "mask".