Wait! What? Where are you headed?

This is a pretty amazing story! Missy was outside and I realized she was barking which is something she hardly ever does unless… 

“Oh! Marica! That’s just not true. I don’t need my Dear Friend Rocky to tell me when to bark! I bark at the birds all of the time.”

“RUFF!!”

“My apologies, Missy. You do bark at the birds. And today a turtle that was far far away.”

“rufffffff”

“You seem surprised.”

“Well, as I said, you don’t usually bark at much besides birds.”

“RRrrruuuufffff ruff!“

“You find that amusing, my Friend? May I remind you that you bark at just about everything. You even bark at Mr. Big Food when he incites you.”

“Okay. Okay. How did you know the turtle was way down there by the fence, Missy?”

“Oh my goodness! Couldn’t you smell it? It was abominable.”

“Wonder if that’s the way the males and females find each other?”

“Ruff.”

“So you smelled it. Why! I’m impressed, Missy!”

“Thank you. I was just, however, following my instincts.”

“Ruff ruff.”

“You know, we should talk about that one day– what we’ve learned about our instincts.”

“We must have a crappy book, sorry– an old book– or two about instincts we could read together at reading time.”

“Some William James?”

“Lovely! And there’s that brand new volume of Henry!!”

“Ruff.”

“By the way– I might have forgotten to mention– but things are about to get hectic.”

“oh. Ha. Um… Excuse me, Marica. I must have been nodding off. We did have a big weekend. “

“Indeed we did. Goodnight, Missy. Goodnight, Rocky.”

They have no idea what’s about to happen.