Debi shook her head at the sound of the ball striking the floor. Snitch had been frisky all day, and Debi wondered if it was the change of seasons or just a doggy mood.
"Zach? Does she need to go out?"
There was no answer, and Debi frowned slightly. She hadn't heard a crash, but that didn't mean something fragile hadn't gotten broken. "Honey? Is everything okay?"