Agog.

Gentle Readers,

It is my duty as resident News Hound to share with you a shocking tale of miscommunication and dampening, as related to Miss Morgane and me by our youthful Upstate New York colleague, Miss Sophie Von Puppington. Miss Sophie, a Chesapeake Bay Retriever graciously shares her quarters with a pair of small-sized humans, the smaller of whom has yet to fully master either English or Retrieverese. It would seem that this language rift recently manifested in an incident wherein our Miss Sophie, performing her requisite floor sentry duties in the kitchen – protecting the tiles so that they should not be sullied by falling scraps of delicious food – was subjected to a icy deluge from above!

As Miss Sophie spluttered and attempted to shake the dampness from her sumptuous pelt, she heard her Mommy Lady ask the small human why he had upturned a drinking glass upon the loyal family pet. His answer – "Gog, mama! Watergog!" It would seem that the young lad misinterpreted Miss Sophie's breed's proud tradition of water dog-dom as a need for said pup to be watered.

Miss Sophie has been generous enough to allow for said incident to stand as a teaching moment in the annals of inter-species communication, and for this display of patience, she has my unfailing respect. I can only posit that had this happened on my watch, there would have been a considerable lot more harrumping and knockery over of things.

Yours,

M.T.D.