Loud security
Our version of home security depends on certain key elements. Location, locks and loudness. The first and second are standard, really. The third may be due to a flaw in canine personality.
For some reason, he (it) has a defined area of responsibility. Anything moving inside the limits (and I still don’t know what those actually are) triggers a vocal response. Trucks passing on the road or tractors headed for the fields; equal. A strange car heading down the hill; more. A harmless woman running up and down the hill; code red. I swear, it’s impossible to miss out on the exercise regimen of the neighbour.
As long as the hound doesn’t decide that passing ships present “clear and present danger”, I’m good with it. However, a box of biscuits is kept close at hand, to distract. The dog, not me.
Heading down to get staples (food, not bent metal), I was forced to notice that we do live in a busy part of the world. The aforementioned trucks and tractors aren’t always moving at the posted speed limit. Travel in the slow lane (the only lane) serves to remind me about the absence of traffic lights and other deterrents. It’s up to me to keep the balance between the throttle and the brake.
An odd press release, today. Not meant for the public. The governing party wants staff to prepare “a minimum of three notices per week” outlining the terrorizing world we live in and its scary details. In other words, if you can’t win the next election on sound economic principles, convince the voter that we are doomed without a terrorizing leader.
