Dogs Barking

I am relaxing in my cosy after my long trip in the time machine, when I hear dogs barking. I look up in alarm, as my window is very close to the street.

 Lynettea looks out. 'There is a huge dog just outside, Sasha, and a little dog is barking at it.' 

I crouch down. I don't like to look.

'All quiet,' says Lynettea.  'Darling Sasha! I am so glad to see you back unharmed.'

I might think about my next trip.