I got Emily when she was twelve weeks old. The second night, at three o'clock in the morning, she started barking. I jumped out of bed, pulled on my robe, ran out to the kitchen, grabbed Emily and put on her leash, turned off the alarm system and ran outdoors with her. I just assumed she needed to go. She just stood there and looked at me. The next day I was outside fertilizing my garden and looked down and saw tire tracks. I live on a corner and apparently during the night someone had driven in from the side street, through my garden, and around my house out to the street in front. Pretty obviously, my twelve week old dog had more brains than I. It never occurred to me that Emily heard something outside. Since then,
when she barks, I listen.