There was a huge, placid dog in the front yard.
He watched silently as I passed.
Suddenly he barked.
His voice was high-pitched and yappy. Not at all like I’d expect a pony-sized canine to sound.
I looked back…and understood.
The gentle giant wasn’t alone. He had a loud little friend.
Why is it always the little ones who make all the noise?
The Grey Divorcee 