The other evening Dh was having a meeting here of our homeschool sports club committee, and the dogs were all sleeping in various places. Keoki had a nice spot on their little chairs, Jazzy was in the spare bedroom, Gypsy was at my feet as always.
The meeting was clipping right along, lots of business, lots of laughter.
Jazzy came out to sleep by the pellet stove and as she approached Keoki, he let go with a n-a-s-t-y Tasmanian Devil noise.
The meeting stopped cold and the room got deadly silent as all the committee members froze and turned to stare, waiting for something awful to happen. They all looked to Dh, then back to the dogs who had since quieted down and were both settling in to go back to sleep.
We had to laugh at the expressions on the human faces! It was almost like they were either terrified or horrified. Dh had to laugh and just tell them, "Oh, that's just the noise they make at each other. Nothing's going to happen."
"You mean they do that a lot?" "I've never heard a noise like that before!"
It was just funny to us because we don't really even notice it much anymore.