That fucking dog. If it's not the bells that do it, it's a cacophony of hounds, invariably led by this one who you can only assume to be the ring leader. It's a low howl at first, and then others join the cry, and eventually it almost resembles a concerto, albeit a concerto without any melody. Of course, this is not the end of it. Once the dogs start, you know you have approximately eight minutes and twenty-seven seconds until the sirens, horns, voices and even the singing follow suit. This is ... Read More