Thank you Lovely Lynlee!

De’s sister Mari came to see me this afternoon and brought a package with her that she said had come all the way from America! It was from my best friend Lovely Lynlee who lives in Pennsylvania.

I helped De to open it and inside there was a birthday card and lots of birthday gifts!

Mari explained that Lovely Lynlee wanted to surprise me and had sent the package to her, which was probably a good idea as the postwoman rarely comes to my mountain.

De unwrapped the gifts for me and I was thrilled to find two beautiful scarves, a football, a photo frame decorated with a bone, and a packet of Waggin’ Train Jerky Tenders chicken dog treats (am I allowed to advertise?).

Also in the box was a gift for the tall person (a book and a lovely book mark decorated with a paw print and a B for Bassa), a gift for the little person (a Leggo car) and gifts of Pennsylvania cook books for De and Mari. Hmm, I don’t remember it being their birthdays.

Everyone was very happy!

I want to say a big thank you to my Lovely Lynlee, my Best Friend Forever. De, the tall person and the little person and Mari loved their gifts and send you their love and their thanks, I will publish an album on Facebook of the photos that we took.

I love you Lovely Lynlee. Thank you for the lovely birthday surprise!

P.S. I especially like the box!

People who like to bang

You may know that I am not afraid of thunder. The tall person thinks this is unusual for a dog as he has heard many people say that their dogs get very frightened during thunderstorms and will get very anxious and find a place to hide. He said that some dogs become so frightened that they have to wear special tight fitting vests that help to keep them calm during thunderstorms. I suppose the vests are like a big hug, which sounds nice.

So, why am I not afraid of thunder and other loud noises? Well, the simple answer is that Georgians like to bang things.

Throughout the day and into the evening I will hear someone in the neighborhood banging something. It could be a roof or wall being repaired or yard gates and doors being banged shut or a dusty carpet being beaten on a clothes line or a hundred other things. If something can be banged someone will find a reason to bang it.

I have just noticed that someone is hammering something as I write this.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining about the noise. I find a lot of it quite rythmic and soothing. I have come to think of it as the heartbeat of my neighborhood and I am so used to it that I usually only notice it when it stops.

Anyway, that it why I am not afraid of thunder or loud noises.

The tall person told me that Georgians love noise because they love life and noise reminds them that they are alive. Ah, I love life so it’s okay if I bark a lot? He looked at me and smiled and asked me to think about a very famous philosophical question about sound and the nature of reality.

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound?

That’s easy……yes……no…….yes……Hmm, I will have to think about that.

Hey, neighborhood! Can you please stop banging for a few minutes. I am trying to solve one of the great philosophical questions.