I suddenly feel bad for having made light of Miles’ run-in with the hot air balloons yesterday. He’s been pretty traumatized by it. He slept behind the futon all night (usually, he sleeps sprawled out on the futon), and when he comes out into the open he takes only a few steps before stopping and looking worriedly at the ceiling. If a startling noise comes from the t.v. or somewhere else in the house, he growls, tail between legs and all. I took him outside and played with him for a minute or two this morning but he wouldn’t wander more than a few feet from my side, eyes upward at every pause. Turning to go back inside, he beat me to the door. Gosh. I hope he gets over this. I guess I’ll spend some more time with him out in the backyard this weekend to try and show him it’s all okay. Poor guy.