In the course of cleaning/organizing/clearing things, we located a sign that our housemate had purchased, but we hadn't hung anywhere just yet. It's so hard to choose where signage should go sometimes.
But, in the interest of display, I put it on top of the light switch in the living room.
When Elka saw it (and she noticed it pretty quick), she decided that sign was a problem. It was coming to kill us.
An interesting thing about the shorthairedness of the Doberman is that when they piloerect, you know. There is no question whether a Doberman is full mohawk or not.
I, being the responsible adult, got out the camera to take pictures, and laughed at her a little as she yodeled at the sign while docked on my knee. Then I told her to leave it, it was all right. I didn't have to repeat myself, for which I am thankful. Sometimes Elka's vocalizations are like those opera singers who can match a note on crystal with their voices, and then shatter it.
But, poor Princess, we just keep playing these crazy human tricks on her! What's next? (oh yeah, painting in a few months....)