Uh oh. Danger. Something is happening.
Don’t you hear that? Chester across the street is barking. Or maybe it’s Daisy. Could be Rope. It also kind of sounds like Benji. You know what, I don’t know which dog it is, but they’re barking.
So I better bark too.
Bark! Bark bark bark! Bark!
What? Why are you looking at me like that? I can’t just neglect my duty here. Sure, now there are other dogs barking too, so the word should spread even if I stop now, but that’s kind of lazy, don’t you think?
Oh! They’re getting louder! Bark bark! BARK! BARK BARK!
Again, you’ve gotta stop looking at me like that. Okay, no, I don’t know why
Chester or Benji or whoever is barking; we don’t exactly encode a lot of information in each bark. But the important thing is that I join in too, and make sure the neighbors on the other side of us hear about whatever it is too. It’s solidarity at its finest.
Hm, actually, it sounds like he’s stopped. Or she. Oh no, what if that means something? I should bark even more to make up the excess slack!
BARK! BARK BARK BARK! BARK!
Wait. Okay, cool yourself down, Fido. Do that thing your human always tells herself—ask yourself where this feeling is coming from.
Hm. Yes, interesting. I see my emotion, almost as if I’m standing outside of myself looking in. I see the feeling, the need to bark. My thoughts seem to be—
Oh shoot, he’s barking again! Okay, forget the meditation stuff. BARK! BARK BARK BARK BARK!