(video length: 1:41) (beware: it's loud)
Ever since Sydney was old enough to make sounds, she was old enough to antagonize Daisy. No one had to teach her that she had some strange power over the dog; she just felt it instinctively, in her little tiny baby bones. For the past few years, I have had to endure the insanity that ensues from the Howl. Sydney especially loves to get Daisy going when I am on the phone. Naturally.
It was, of course, par for the course that Jules learned that she too could influence our beloved pet. She starts howling, Daisy starts howling, and then Sydney starts howling. When one of the girls pauses a moment to catch her breath, the other one picks up stronger and louder to fill in the gap. It's like a little choir. Orchestrated by Edvard Munch.
Today's Howl-fest was no different than other days, except that I was able to distract Sydney from her task by getting her to sing Stage Two of her US state song (Stage One here). Even though there are days when the last thing I want to hear is two kids and dog making more noise than an angst-filled teen band, today I wasn't trying to hurry them to go somewhere, wasn't trying to talk to somebody on the phone, wasn't paying bills at the computer. In short, I wasn't trying to get anything accomplished. Which means that I can handle quite a bit more than the usual fare.
As part of the Halloween festivities, I'm doing a 3-part blog post. Today you get The Howl. Tomorrow, you'll get an even more terrifying sound. Stay tuned.