Dog Dream Warrior.

i was asleep, mired in a dream where an odd groaning, wheezing sound bled into everything. I woke up, the sound was still there squeeze boxing its way around the room. My eyes began to adjust to the dark asI looked for the sound. It was coming from Abbey, who had been patiently bleating her way into my subconscious until she woke the human who could facilitate her exit to the garden. She figured, breath of fresh air, food to follow. She was right.
We then play the game where she hides her toy and waits patiently for me to figure out where she put it, so I can throw it for her and she can charge back down the garden. This happens every morning. Pavlov bollocks, dog victorious.