Our house is noisy.
Well, our house is normally noisy, but this past weekend, especially so.
Gomer has much to say, particularly about anyone playing without him.
Plus, two lovely ladies moved into the puppy room on Saturday. They are surprisingly quiet, but their movements are monitored by the other three canines in the house, and their fondness for squeaky toys pushes several of those canines over the edge.
The dawn chorus is really something. Yesterday Brady remarked that Gracie has a very nice quiet bark. That’s the point we’ve been driven to—we qualify all of the barking.
Frankie is LOUD. For such a gentle guy, he sounds ferocious.
Gomer is shrill. His barks are laced with excitement, he just cannot miss out on any party.
Which leaves Gracie (who initiates almost every choir rehearsal). Her bark is low and steady and I’ve begun to wonder if she doesn’t just start barking to get the other dogs in trouble.
Okay, okay, I’ll tell you about the new puppies! (it’s always about the puppies with you people!) Continue reading “Progress Can Be Noisy”
