When we ran the pet resort, one of the things that became increasingly difficult to bear as time went on, was the cacophony of dogs barking together, and yes, often, right in our ears. The General and I were fascists about not letting anyone into the kennel to disturb the dogs’ routine, because while they did quiet down pretty quickly once they got over their first sight of us and got on with walks or playtimes or whatever was on the agenda, the sight of a stranger, especially with a dog, would set them all off roaring. Once they were quiet, all the gods in the pantheon showing up together complete with lightening bolts and magical hammers, would not have been permitted to get to anywhere near the dogs and start them all off again.