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Monday, June 11, 2007

I HATE loud percussive noises

We had some storms Friday night, which normally don't bother Fredly Medley. But when the storm involves a lightning strike close to the house with accompanying loud bang, this is the look we get. For 2 hours. Poor guy. I can't even pull out the "Angels Bowling" explanation to soothe him.

Labels: Dogs

posted by MyHusbandRules @ 7:45 AM

It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm…of pish, and crawls insanely up to the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash. -H.L. Mencken

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