Last night around 7 pm I took Hazel out for her evening walk. We came back up the four flights of stairs and I went into the kitchen to make a pie.
I was up to my elbows in lard when I heard her speaking. She was doing a peculiar closed mouth bark that she uses when she wants to tell us something. She was sitting by the door too, instead of going back to bed as usual.
As I came to see her she pawed at the door. I opened it and Yodel came running in. He had slipped out and been stuck on the landing. She could hear him yelling, I did not.
What a good dog she is! A good friend to her kitties, even if they scare her a little.