Her next nonsense phrase is what she usually says before she lets me outside into the backyard, so I prepared to face the strange noise head-on. We both walked outside, curiously looking around at anything that might have seemed abnormal. I noticed it before she did, and I instantly jumped in front of her. She still hadn't noticed the intrusion, so I began to attempt communicating the imminent danger to her in my language. I yelled and screamed at her to save herself and run inside, for what I saw in the next yard over was the scariest thing I could have imagined: a giant inflatable building. The apocalypse in physical form. A looming tower of pain and misery, and I had to warn the entire neighborhood. I kept yelling at my owner, until she finally looked over and realized our impending doom. Her reaction was the weirdest of all. She laughed. I couldn't figure out why, so I kept yelling at her, asking what was funny about the end of the world. And she just kept laughing, and told me to stop "barking" and go inside. So I did so, confused and worried.
As I paced the living room, quietly conveying my discomfort in the form of what my owner calls "whining," she jogged over to the other owners' rooms, undoubtedly to tell them that the world was ending. Finally, I laid down on the floor and accepted defeat. The apocalypse was coming, and there was no way to stop it.
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