WHILE STUDYING THE EFFECTS of a first marijuana hit in over a year, I was slow to notice Murphy’s prolonged, and increasingly strenuous efforts to catch my attention, by barking into the night at sounds coming from a neighbor’s yard, and waiting for my reaction — which so far hadn’t come.
Jolted back to the moment, I accommodated my loyal friend, and played on his excitement.
“Somebody is out there??”
“Woof.”
“Somebody… is out… there?”
“Woof, woof.”
“Somebody is out there!”
“Wooo, wooo, wooo, wooo, wooo..!!!”
It was nothing, but we made it fun, which concluded with: “Good dog..!”
Thwarticus 