Bosco bursts into the room. He's barking so loudly and furiously that I thought a cat sneaked into the room and was hiding under the bed. I walk over to Bosco and he leads me into the hallway. He continues to bark and trots to the back door. I let him out. The cat must be in the back yard. He circles back into the house, barks some more and leads me outside. Then he scurries to the fence where a work crew is installing a utility barn for the neighbors behind us. When he's convinced that I have seen the disturbance, he comes to my side and stops barking.
Lassie has nothing on my Bosco.