There is a thunder and rain storm passing through. Inca sounds the alarm, races through the dog door and barks at the thunder until it goes away. Chase follows primarily because Inca is running. If anything runs, Chase also runs. Phoebe went out behind them. She’s waddling, but did not intend to miss the yard party. So now I have three wet dogs. I’m so glad I feed raw and we don’t get the really gross wet-dog smell. Regardless, wet dog has a distinctive odor, and that’s how my house smells at the moment.