Barking?!?

"Wisdom consists in being able to distinguish among dangers and make a choice of the least harmful."
Machiavelli

Morning,

I've been reading Machiavelli because I'm curious about knowledge (I know unbelievable right? aprecious says I'm too young for Kant and Nietzsche so I needn't think about dipping into them any time soon) and about right and wrong and so on and would you believe it... I've walked slap bang into a philosophical discussion about barking?

Unbelievable!

Isn't it a place close to Dagenham in Essex where aprecious once spent a whole night because she'd missed the last train?

Barking? End of the line?

aprecious says it will be the end of the line if I keep doing barking in the 'middle of the night!' In fact, I was 'twilight barking' passing on some juicy message I heard from that little Jack Russell down the road.

The problem with aprecious is that she doesn't understand that barking is merely a way of expressing myself and alerting her, Snotty and the entire dog neighbours of imminent danger. Self expression! She forgets I've heard her sing! One rule for one, one rule for another!

Anyway, so far this morning I've had the 'silent treatment' - usually reserved for errant and woebegone partners. I know my place. I know when discretion is best.

So, I've zipped up me mouth for the day and I'm taking the line of least resistance (and staying safe, unharmed by cross patch individuals without enough sleep!)

Besides there's only room in this family for one barking mad individual. And I'm looking at her.

:)