Ten-Hut!

I'm listening to a Beatles album; Gracie was lying quietly near my foot. "Good Morning, Good Morning" came on. When it got to the finale, complete with tweeting birds, yowling cats, and barking dogs, Gracie's head came up and she began peering about for the source. Before it was over, she was growling and woofing.

(She's started paying more attention to TV noises lately, too.)