It’s Always the Little Ones


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?