"I'm sorry about this...you just gotta show 'em who's boss," Jerome said, waving his cane.
The dogs kept barking. Billy heard the cat hiss from inside the box and moved to comfort it.
The vet called out over his shoulder, "Sweetie! Could you give us a hand?"
A loud whistle sliced the air. "Down!" a voice said, commanding. "To ME!"
There was another whistle. The dogs dropped to all fours, trotted past the vet and the Brahms, and hopped over a row of bushes in the direction of the sound.
No surprise there, everyone knows it's the women who wear the trousers lol.