So last night we're hangin' in our livingroom, watching the latest episode of the BBC's
The Office (the best freakin' comedy on TV these days), with our dog Nina crashed on the couch beside us.
Office main-man David Brent starts his insane 'dance of desperation' on the screen, his co-workers start clapping along, and Nina's head rises off the couch with a low growl. As the dance intensifies, the clapping fades, Brent starts grunting and flailing to the beat... and Nina runs towards the television and starts full-on barking at him (and she
rarely ever barks). His dance stops and he points straight from the screen at Nina's face, and she stops dead silent.
Comedy that crosses interspecific boundaries. Classic.