The dogs continue to whine, howl, and bark. You
notice they keep looking down, so you begin looking
for whatever it is they think is bothering them.
Everything appears normally strange or strangely
normal for wherever you are, so you walk behind the
dogwood and find a catnipping plant chomping down
on the roots of the dogwood tree.
You...
so you wander over to the howling tree and pet some
of the flowering dogs, in an attempt to soothe the
tree. You say, "There, there. Good boys, ummm, good
girls!"