The others were all soundly sleeping as well. The noise was the State Fair parade and fans down at the end of the block, gathered while the White Dog Army dozed.
Steve was in the kitchen gathering recyclables for the bin when he felt all eyes turn toward him.
"Me? I can't stop the noise. It is a parade. It will be over when it is. Sorry, sleep through it, watch out the window on the sun porch, or come out to help me do yard patrol next."
After a long pointed look, each head resettled on paws and eyes closed. I heard Steve say, "So it will be choice number 1, eh?"
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