(Delaware Online) Confused, Ken Walsh looked at the clock.
3 a.m.
Outside the bedroom door, his 5-year-old German shepherd, Greta, was barking and crying. Usually the quietest dog the Walsh family owns, Greta was on the verge of waking the whole household.
Walsh got out of bed to quiet her, but Greta was insistent, stubbornly corraling her human to the kitchen.
And that’s where he smelled it.
Propane.
