Long noisy night last night. Bubba, AKA our family dog, AKA Elly, gets excited with all the exciting smells and noises outside. Recently it has been the possums eating persimmons. They climb up into that old tree, right next to my bedroom window and begin chittering. I can see three or four of them, climbing in the moonlight to the tallest branches after the sweetest fruit. Or it’s the coyotes howling outside or the dog network barking. Last night was the wind. Whatever, the result is Bubba the Barker. Middle of the night stealth barking where she gets up in the middle night, races out of the bedroom and starts barking. IT IS HORRIBLE. Because someone has to get up, chase the dog, and get her to shut up. Until recently that someone has been ME. But now I have a new tactic — telling Bob to go get the love of his life. And that meant two trips in the middle of the night to retrieve a barking dog. She needs doggy lessons.