This is a mixture called Barking Dog.

Er... one of the Barking Dogs has been lost.

I was sure Barking Dog would have inventive things to say about his prison time.

I could turn old Barking Dog into a career.

I went off to sell Barking Dog.

Saucerhead, in my chair, half-turned, saw Barking Dog.

I trudged back and pried Barking Dogs report away from him.

I flew off to visit Barking Dog.

She returned to the Hill, probably to escape Barking Dog, who was not welcome up there.

The Barking Dog dropped on to the flagstones in front of him.