Friday, November 09, 2007
I'm listening to loud music all night to drown the sound of fireworks, for a tiny dog who runs around in a panic and tries to tunnel through walls when she hears the explosions. I have adopted my mother's Yorkshire terrier, all the way from Dublin. Mam has gone into a place where the doors are all locked, though not for any crime, unless you call trying to do your best all your life a crime. My mother and her little dog are both looking for the same thing, an open door, and when they find it they both have the same idea - to try and find their way home.