The newspaper this morning had an article about the 6th mass extinction of species happening in about 300 years. The last mass extinction was during the dinosaur wipeout. It's hard to know how to process this information. No scientific research has seemed to have much of an impact on the general public, and if Al Gore couldn't wake people up, I doubt this news will. It's too big, too hard to wrap the mind around, and we are a culture of distraction. Anyway, so much for the morning news.
Our female dog is having barking fits at one thirty am every night, and we can't quite figure out what it is. And the less sleep we get, the harder it is to use the ole brain to find a solution. There may be a skunk, is may be bored, a kitty may be taunting her, she may be having an existential moment of aloneness. It's hard to say. I know someone who calls a pet psychic who listens to the dog breathe over the phone and diagnoses. But I'm afraid I'm one of ye of little faith.
I refuse to have the dogs in our bedroom, but traipsing up and down the stairs in the dark is heading for the emergency room. The dog has always been moody, but at this rate she's going to not like her newly moody owners even more than the things she sees in the night. Perhaps a sleep mask is the answer. Or at least earplugs for us.
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