Pages

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Tiger in my Garden

Butter's bark is not a bark in the same way that a tiger's roar is not a miaow. It is a deep, dark and serious event that makes the neighbors close their windows and lock their doors.

Not...






Butter knows this because she loves the sound of her own voice. She staggers the frequency in morse code that spells out  'I - know - I - am - irritating - you - try - make - me - stop - REPEAT'. This is normal conversation for her. The rest of the pack will 'whuff' and 'whoof!' and leave it there knowing that they got my attention.







Butter stops once you bark louder than her. Which is probably why the neighbors don't talk to me. They cannot bark at all. 



Done... 
Yet... 

No comments: