November 7, 2007

White Dog barked in dismay as the road construction crew made it clear that their presence was no longer sporadic; they were on our block in earnest. We did not like the concrete sawing, backup beeping, or house-shaking thumping and eventually retreated to the back of the house. White Dog still looked up startled every time the concrete smasher slammed down and we could still hear the din but we could at least tune out the ruckus enough to read, chew hoof, and finally (numbed to the noise) nap.