Alright, I admit it – I’m a noise hound. I enjoy making noise – though, of course, I only do so in the most appropriate of circumstances.
I never, ever, for example, bark or yip, or yammer while Jay or Em are on the phone, or watching TV, or listening to the radio. I certainly don’t bark while Jay is trying to sleep, as I confess I used to do, and to think of expressing myself on a walk or right in the middle of a movie is completely outside of my thought processes.
I must say, however, that to a little shite (for so the guys sometimes call me) like me there really is nothing quite like a good HooOOOOOoooooowl to stimulate the senses, and a nice, throat-warbling grrrrrr at something completely inconsequential will always remind you of your ancestral roots.
The guys will sometimes grrrrrrr and HooOOOOOoooooowl along with me. At first I thought this was an effort on their part to communicate with me, to learn my language, to connect the species, but now I know they’re just making fun.
It’s raining today. I’m lying down in the garage, keeping to myself – you know, staying quiet.
But only for a little while.