There’s a jingling outside the window.
The overgrown lapdog rushes over, stares outside, and offers a deep, prolonged growl.
A cat on the couch nearby takes heed of the dog’s warning and moves somewhere else in the apartment to stay safe far away from the mysterious jingling.
I peer through the glass and see nothing, but I too heard that strange sound that had no business being made directly outside our second story window.
And it was probably just a trick of the wind or a dog’s collar on ground level that sounded much closer than it actually was,
but I still feel safer as the dog keeps guard near that window, steady and alert.