October 16th, 2004

Ceci n'est pas une personne.

(no subject)

I woke up with a firm knowledge that it's hunting season.

We live half a mile to a mile from two hunting clubs, so during sun rise and sunset you hear a cacophany of gun shots in the distance. These gun shots freak Jamie out.

So this morning I was woken up by a rottwieller panting in my face, demanding I make everything right in the world (this entails stopping all guns, strong winds, explosions, thunder, car stereos with extra loud bass, and getting her a snack).

I wonder a) if they maje earplug or ear muffs for dogs (that stop sound) and b) if she would actually wear them.