Last night I rolled into bed around 3:00am; just as I was getting cozy, I became aware of a conversation going on outside. Between dogs. It reminded me of online chat; a series of 4 or 5 barks from a little fellow to the west, a response from the north, a short comment from the south west, a skeptical question from the north east. They were trying to keep their voices down. But I wondered about their lifes; most of them didn't have much contact with their fellow-kind. Perhaps they remember siblings and a mother, when the were very young, before adoption by their human hosts, whisked away into isolation. Living with their "owners", maybe seeing their own kind briefly in passing during walks or a drive to town. Not like the villages of old, or even the country-sides. I listened curiously, trying to pick-up the nuances. To my human ears, the bark of a single dog didn't seem to vary much, but perhaps with their broader range of hearing all sorts of inflection was hap...