It is an interesting morning. My dear wife and I are leaving on the big silver bird for Barcelona. Despite all of our travels, we have never made it to Spain’s architectural jewel by the sea. We are excited, and our stalwart dog, Baxter, appears uneasy as he senses we may be leaving. Aman will take good care of him while we are away, so Baxter should be reassured……..they are a familiar pair together.
The last few days have been a little tough for Janet. She has had bronchitis. She coughs a lot, and especially in the morning getting everything cleared out. Many years ago, the children and I provided her with a range of nicknames, including Barch. I find it notable when she has bronchitis, because she coughs with a bark and the name Barch comes to mind right away. Barch barks!
Baxter only occasionally barks. He is a dog, but barking is not his thing unless he gets excited about a special food he likes or he gets trapped out on the deck and we haven’t noticed.
Both Barch and Baxter are dogs. Baxter by species designation, and Barch by Chinese horoscope designation. They both occasionally bark, but largely they don’t.
In Barcelona, I do not expect to hear much barking, except for a street vendor or two. I will have Barch with me, but I think her bronchitis is on its way to settling. So, there will be conversation, with our tall Australian friends, Martha, Darryl and Tyla, but no barking. Perhaps only an occasional sound of a golf ball hitting tree bark, but no real barking. And there will be an occasional howl from the stories we hear and from a rare great tee shot. The howling is the wolf in us, a little wilder than our dogs.