[Note, Amber commentary will be inserted to ensure historical accuracy. No animals were harmed in the writing of this post, though Dustin may have wanted to do some damage.]

So there I was, chilling in my newly stained garden bench, sipping that good ole’ morning Oklahoma air, petting my dog, listening to the birds chirp and the water gush from my outdoor fountain.

And a dog starts barking.

You see, when one dog barks, that urge to call back overcomes any dog within 100 miles. It’s impossible to resist that urge, like Toothless defying the alpha in the second How to Train Your Dragon Movie. Read more »