At around 4:30 this morning Eva began barking. Loudly. Aggressively. I got out of bed and went in tho the living room. I turned on the light and saw that she was standing at alert attention immediately in front of the street door. I raised the blind of the small door-side window and looked out. Nothing. Just as I had suspected. Whatever creature had been out there to stimulate her wonderfully acute canine senses of smell and hearing enough to raise Eva's ire was no longer in the area.
I looked down at her and shook my head. Her tongue was hanging out and her tail was wagging violently as she stared up at me.
"Good girl, Eva."