Woof Woof

There is, for some reason, a pack of dogs outside my apartment howling at the moon.  I don’t know where they are but I can hear them all the way up here on the 25th floor.  It’s a little creepy, actually.  It kinda sounds like the food pens in back of a Korean restaurant.

I think I read someplace that Chinese dust storms can last so long that dogs who were born during one will bark at the Sun because they’ve never seen it before.

Or maybe somebody decided to open up a burger stand…