White Dog woke me as she struggled to bring something large through the dog door. She banged and twisted and problem-solved until she drew the branch inside. As we slept, White Dog busily chewed the branch into smaller pieces creating a stockpile of items to trade. At first light, she jumped up on the bed, stood on Steve and dropped a twig on his chest for a treat. Groggily, Steve opened the treat bag and made the trade. Then he went back to sleep...but only for about ten minutes as White Dog returned with another trade from her stash! Fortunately for White Dog her timing matched the ring of the alarm clock.