That moment where the dog tenses and leaps off the couch, howling as it runs for the door, is the most horrifying aberration in his otherwise placid day. It is not nice, and puts a knot in his lower back that makes it impossible for him to sit still or stand up. He is not careless with his dogs. He latches the fence. He leaves out water. He hangs signs to tell the mailmen to slip the bills and circulars into the shallow metal box that hangs on the fence and drop the packages in the wooden box below. So what is it that upsets the dogs this much? It is a tornado of noise and fur and he is trapped in it, sick to think that there is something he has done wrong to worry them.
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