She Learned it From Me?

"You're gonna write about how your barks made the doge hear her bad sounds," Katie says, when I come up dry for what I'm writing here.

She's referring to the ultrasound anti-barking collar we got the doge since she's taken to barking at odd times of day (and unfortunately, night). Apparently my laugh, which I always considered to be charming and hearty, is actually at the exact perfect frequency to trigger the collar to emit a very loud (to the doge) but inaudible (to us human-folk) sound that is supposed to irritate her enough to train her not to bark.

"Actually, that's pretty good," I say, beginning to type.