Marinmom’s Weblog

My little dog barks incessantly when my son’s  remote control car is on the move. The car is black and blue and makes a loud high pitched whirring sound when it is underway. My dog is certain she is going to be attacked by it at any moment.  In fear and aggression, she barks, jumps away, it moves, she barks, it moves, she jumps. Our little white dust mop of a dog doesn’t stand a chance against the Darth Vader like car.   Knowing this, maybe, I will just let it run until its batteriessss runnnnnnnnnnnn out of powwerrr…But then I hear my kids quietly trying to soothe her, “its o.k. Ping, it’s ok. whirrr, bark, jump, whirr, it’s o.k.  I usually head to the garage for some quiet at this point and to do the laundry. When I come back up, she has decided to strike fear into the heart of the vacuum.   A festival of noise, that’s my home when noisy machinery is on the prowl. Protect us Ping from the evils of cleaning and motorized fun. And those barking dogs on the telly.  I will miss the cacophony when they are old and gone.  But in the moment, I long for blissful, peaceful silence.  Anyway, I think I do.