Something was interesting out the bedroom windows yesterday morning. Perhaps a leaf was blowing in the wind. Or a car passed on a distant street. It really doesn't matter what it was. These two knuckleheads will wait until the bathroom door closes, and I start the water running in the shower. Then the howling commences.
Jake starts it. He has this soft, kind of pathetic howl that is actually quite pleasant. Gracie, being an Aussie, has the howl of a wolf. She throws her head back and lets it rip. Loud, full bodied, the howl of her ancestors. Every. Single. Morning.
My neighbors probably pray that I sell this house and move.
Linda
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