I came home and stepped out of the truck to be greeted by the raucous sounds of barks.
I looked up to the fence and saw seventeen four legged furry critters standing on their hind legs, their fore paws sticking through the fence supporting their unusual stance.
“Buenas dias, mi amigos and amigas,” my Spanish is less than perfect so I intersperse with a little English.
The fact I responded quieted them. They stared at me, some cocked their heads to one side, wondering, what is this two legged apparition saying?
“Ok, ok. I give up. Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?”
The don’t have a lot of patience. They started looking at me and then each other as if they required moral support and one let out with a bark. The rest soon followed suit.
I laughed. Their tails were all wagging.
“The tail wagging society of St. Joseph. That is your new moniker!” I announced.
Didn’t seem to affect them one way or the other. 
