This is the fence that Moe lives on the other side of. Moe likes to bark at me through the fence anytime we’re both outside.
Here’s a picture of Moe – the only time we got to meet without a fence between us.
But this wasn’t about Moe this time. Other things were happening in Moe’s yard – and Moe wasn’t even around.
I’ve got a pretty strong sense of smell, but I didn’t even need my special Detective Dog sensory senses. Even my person smelled this one. The smell of smoke emanated (hey person, I don’t even know what that word means) from Moe’s yard.
And then I saw it – right through the cracks in the fence. Bright orange crackling flames – all contained in one little spot.
My person said it looked like a campfire, but I always thought you had to go camping to have a campfire. Is somebody camping in Moe’s backyard?
I’d better check this out.
Just pretend I turned on the floodlights for this picture since all this happened in the dark of night.
And then I heard the strangest sound coming from Moe’s yard. It sounded like music. Guitar music and singing. I hear music coming from the radio, or sometimes from my person’s computer, but I’ve never before heard music coming from a yard.
I wonder if they would mind if I sang along.