I used to hate it when Snoopy barked at... anything. A lady strolling her baby. A jogger jogging with a jogger. A delivery man. A friendly neighbor coming up the walk. A bird, a squirrel, a leaf! Good grief!
People don't like barking dogs. They don't.
I'd scold him, pointy finger him, even clam shut his barker. Once I bought a bark collar.
The bark. The annoying, loud... clambering... bark.
The beautiful, loud, clambering bark.
Would you think I'd flipped a lid, if I admitted I welcome a whine? A growl? A flat out barking frenzy?
Noise. Living, breathing, fully alive noise in a desperately quiet house. Is welcomed. Wanted. Sometimes wished. Now I bark along. I join the noise and make more noise and like all the noise.
The bark. The beautiful, loud, clambering bark.
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