â€śWEâ€™RE UNDER ATTACK!â€ť
Fido buried his nose under the couch. He would have scrunched all the way under, but biscuits have taken their toll. Even if he were slender, he wouldnâ€™t fit.
â€śTHEREâ€™S ANOTHER ONE!â€ť he yelped, and dug his nose deeper under the couch. I noticed he was shaking, too.
â€śFido, just what in the world are you doing?â€ť
â€śAre you deaf, man?â€ť Fido wanted to know.
â€śI didnâ€™t hear anything unusual, Old Boy, except for the sweet sound of avalanche control on The Mountain. Right on time. Must be 6:30 a.m..â€ť
â€śYou call that sweet? Have you been watching the news?â€ť