I have a cocker spaniel named Barney.  We live in a small town in the Midwest.  When Barney and I go for a walk, we like to walk in the small town square, where all the shops and cafes have large window store fronts.  In the middle of the square is a small park with a gazebo, benches, and some swings for the kids.  Of course, this is Barney’s favorite part of the walk.  One day we were walking past Parson’s Drug Store and Mr. Parson had placed some Marilyn Monroe prints and posters in the window.  All of sudden Barney stopped, looked up at the window and started whining.  He had never done that before.  Mr. Parson came out and we were both laughing at what good taste Barney has.