I awake with a sour affliction in my throat. Who knows what that is. The morning is bright blue and green and there is a cool air coming through the window and it is carrying pleasant bird calls. Other than the sourness the beginning of this day is good.
But that is all shattered with a cacophony of raging dogs, first barking, and then howling.
"Shut up you goddamn sons of bitches! Shut up you bastards! Shut up!"
And now the neighbors have had a good morning as well. I am sure.
But they do shut up. The dogs. And they are happy to see me awake. So happy they rear up and put their paws on my chest, and scratch me to hell.
Their affection is a double-edged sword.
