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.
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.