Bark-tacula.

Abbey come in! Its 4am and Abbey, groggy but fully engaged, is barking up a dream battle, at whatever smell it is she objects to, in the quiet of a very dark garden. She came in when I insisted that nothing was going on and that her epic early morning barking was reducing our popularity exponentially.
. She came in, headed straight for the couch and crashed out. I'm not convinced she was actually awake at all during any of this. I'm a bit embarrassed about the noise, but quietly impressed that she will stand her ground, conscious or not.