Invisibleness
Don't stand between a hillbilly and her drugs, darn it
Some days I think there's something in the water of my shower that causes me to be invisible for the day. Today it started at work, but since I don't blog about work, I won't go there. The day of invisibleness reached its climax tonight at the pharmacy, and that, boys and girls, is fair game.

If I ever get into a fistfight, it will probably be at a pharmacy. The ones here have recently remodeled so that there are TWO separate windows -- one clearly labeled DROP OFF and another clearly labeled PICK UP. The signs hang directly over the windows and are printed in legible lettering. Yet, this complex concept seems impossible for some to grasp.

OK, I exempt the elderly. If you've been going to the same window for 50 years to both drop off and pick up your prescriptions, then fine, I can see how it would be difficult to get the new routine down. HOWEVER, it's not the 100 year olds who end up in front of me in the clearly labeled PICK UP line with a stack of prescriptions to inquire about.

"How about this one, can I get this one filled? And this one, now he gave me that one today -- does my insurance (inshornce) cover that? Oh, it doesn't -- could I just get 10 days worth? How much would that be? Now, this one here, that's on my husband's 'workman's' comp." Good grief.

All of these questions, of course, require someone from the DROP OFF window to come down. After the questions cease, you think you're finally getting somewhere, but no. The person deposits his/her grocery items on the counter and proceeds to wait for the prescription(s) to be filled, while the rest of us stand there fuming.

This part is the fault of the pharmacy staff. The high school kids (ok, maybe they're in college) working the cash register just stand there as if they're frightened to death of the woman, her 10 lb. package of chicken, bottle of Clorox, Cheerios, etc.

I JUST WANT MY MEASLEY LITTLE PRESCRIPTION THAT I CALLED IN LIKE A GOOD GIRL! See my debit card already out of my wallet and ready to swipe??? MAKE HER GO AWAY!!!

Tonight I fell victim to another sign. This recent addition to the PICK UP counter states something like: Please stand back from the counter until the customer in front of you is finished. There's something else about privacy and giving others the consideration you yourself would like, blah blah. So, when I arrived, there were several people -- clearly together -- standing at the counter with their grocery items up on the counter. The cashier was nowhere to be seen, so I figured s/he was waiting on this group. It was obvious they weren't going anywhere, so I stood back about 3-4 steps -- giving them the privacy I would want, blah blah.

After about 3-5 minutes, the cashier kid appears with a bag for the group camped out at the PICK UP window. Just as they start to pay (for the prescription(s) and their groceries), out of nowhere this jackass appears and stands so close to them I thought he must be yet another member of their party.

No, oh no. He was there to pick up HIS prescriptions.

I'm seething. Do you not see me here with my cart, standing a polite distance from the counter??

To make it worse, the peanut gallery -- the people seated and waiting for prescriptions -- are watching this transpire and are getting a real kick out of it.

Oh, it's not over.

After the jackass gets his drugs and is on his way, the kid calls a member of the peanut gallery to come up because their prescription is ready.

Grrr. But this only annoys me because of everything that's already happened. They were, after all, there before me.

Finally, I get to the counter and mutter my last name. "Do you have any questions for the pharmacist today?" HA! Questions? Questions, you say? No, no questions, just a RANT.

Hillbilly graffiti
Charleston has a full-time graffiti "eradicator" on staff (mostly likely NOT a permalink -- only version I can find online). When I heard these news reports today, I got a little excited, thinking to myself, "Now, there! That's what my next career can be!" After painting just about all of the interior of my house, I consider myself pretty handy with a brush and/or roller.

Oh, I can also do the faux treatments with sponges! Now, wouldn't that look nice on a Charleston wall? "Hey, what the...that used to say F*** John, but now it has texture and depth!"

But, no, it seems proper training to eradicate graffiti is a background in high school coaching (a background in coaching, I guess, would likely render one immune to the vulgarities one might encounter in graffiti). Yet another career out of my reach.

Mothman Fest
Bill Geist of the CBS Sunday Morning Show visited Pt. Pleasant for the recent Mothman Festival that featured the aforementioned unveiling of the Mothman statue, as well as Mothman t-shirts, a hayride through the area that generated the most Mothman sightings, and numerous other things, including bags of "Mothman droppings" (some kind of chocolate balls resembling malted milk balls). Geist's segment aired today.

In other moth news, Lucille is having quite a great time catching the late season moths. I wonder what she would think of the Mothman.

Pesky crystal finery
The Capitol chandelier has been causing problems. This is the very reason I have a $9 lamp from IKEA. I find two-ton chandeliers are just too unwieldy, don't you?

Mothman cometh
A 10-ft. Mothman statue now greets visitors to Pt. Pleasant in Mason County. Coincidentally, the sculptor's last name is Roach.

I have the childish desire to have my photo taken with the big mothman -- and I didn't even like the movie (incessant ringing of the phone grated on my nerves).

A sad day - another piece of home gone
This morning I had to take our 15-year-old dog to the emergency clinic to be put to sleep. She suddenly became very ill, and I couldn't imagine having her suffer an entire day to see her regular vet. It was a terrible experience, of course. I vowed after the last time I had to do that I would never be present for the "procedure" again, but I couldn't leave her to be with strangers, not after she had been such a loyal companion to us for so many years.

I know the passing of 15-year-old dog should not tear me up so much. Somehow, this was the last of a few links to the way my family used to be, back when my mom was living. She was with us for nearly half of my life; I don't even remember what it's like to go home and not have her there, thrilled to see me come through the door. And there was something very special about this dog. We've had many, but this one was by far the most intelligent and in tune with people -- almost eerily so.

WV Food
I've updated the WV food post (direct link also in column to the right under Misc. Rants, Info) with info from Michelle on the Morgantown & Fairmont area, and another of my favorites in the Buckhannon/Elkins area.

Hillbilly rant: You're perky, I'm not -- it's that simple
I was, it seems, born with a permanently sour expression. Oh, sure, I smile quite a bit, but whenever I'm of a neutral mood, my facial expression must communicate : "I WANT TO RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!" I do, in fact, wish to rip off heads occasionally, and when that time comes, you will know it by more than my facial expression.

All my life I've had people say, "SMILE! CHEER UP!" Sometimes I was sad. But a majority of the time I was just going about my business, doing mundane every day chores, behind the mask of my, apparently, malformed face.

First of all, I think it's horribly rude to go up to someone and say, "SMILE! IT CAN'T BE THAT BAD!" How the hell do you know? Maybe it is indeed "that bad."

Complete strangers who do this completely baffle me. What do they think they're accomplishing? Do they think I'm going to have an epiphany and think, "By golly, this smelly, unshaven man in KMart has a good point. It's NOT that bad!" Instead, they incite a rage in me that produces, I'm assuming, an even WORSE facial expression.

I'm reminded of this pet peeve because recently a new person did this several days in a row. I see her occasionally, but she certainly doesn't know me, other than my job duties. What's more, she only met me for the first time a little over a month ago.

The other day I walked into the room where she was standing, and the second she laid eyes on me she exclaimed, loud enough for everyone to hear, "CHEER UP! OH MY GOSH, SHE ALWAYS HAS A LOOK ON HER FACE LIKE SHE'S SO NOT HAPPY TO BE HERE! WHAT'S WRONG??"

It's my damn face, that's what's wrong. The truth is, I was deep in thought trying to remember what the heck it was I'd walked down to that office to do. Who do you think you are - the world expert on the facial expressions and moods of S?

So, then, everyone stares at me as if they're awaiting an explanation of my face and its expression. What am I to say? "I'm glad you brought that up, Miss X, because I was just thinking how much fun it would be to share my innermost feelings and thoughts with you and these other simpletons I hardly know. Let me start back in first grade when I was too fat to wear the regulation Brownie uniform..."

(Good grief, Geraldo is still standing on the NC coast...)

Instead, I said nothing. I don't feel these morons deserve any sort of explanation, not even a "gee, Miss X, I'm not a bit unhappy -- sorry for looking that way" or a "Oh, I'm coming down with a cold - maybe that's it."

Mind your own damn business unless you're my close personal friend -- and if that's the case, then you've suffered enough and are allowed to say whatever you want to me.

Isabel
Oh thank goodness - Geraldo is stationed on the NC coastline. First the Taliban, then Saddam, and now he's tracking down Isabel. If you're a hurricane, you know you're big time if Geraldo comes to the coast and awaits your arrival. He predicted the Delmarva peninsula was in for a "tremendous blow" (in addition to the hurricane?!?).

Metronews reported today that artifacts at Harper's Ferry, at the confluence of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers, are being moved to higher ground.

My dad is fretting about the eastern panhandle's apple crop.

And I, well, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I just can't seem to get into crisis mode. After getting two and half feet of snow on President's Day weekend and then torrential downpour after torrential downpour all summer long, I just feel resigned to whatever's going to happen.

I did, however, work until after dark on stage one of my fence project in order to complete it before the rain starts tomorrow. Yes, it's done, and it is the most beautiful post & rail fence I've ever seen (only because I did all of the labor myself and, therefore, can convince myself of anything).

Hillbilly sports
Pick up the Sept. 22 Sports Illustrated to read a 5-page feature on the Mountain State. An article in today's Daily Mail gives a preview.
Yes, it seems the word hillbillies does appear in the story: In the feature piece, SI writer Chris Ballard chronicles the struggles between the old and the new at the gorge and throughout the state. He writes that the state "has long been caricatured as a land of moonshine and hillbillies, and more than a few residents are distrustful of outsiders." (from Daily Mail story)

Ballard scores bonus points for use of both moonshine and hillbillies -- however, I don't see anything wrong with the statement. WV certainly has been characterized in that manner, and, sure, some residents are distrustful of "ferners" -- considering the state's history, perhaps some wariness of outsiders is warranted.

Lynchlines: Rich from Ohio is the WINNER!
Um, sorry, there's no prize, other than confirmation of your prophetic powers. In case you haven't already heard, Diane Sawyer has landed the first Jessica Lynch interview. It will be aired on Veterans' Day. And Rich from Ohio predicted it all on April 7.

He also suggested that "Katie, Babs, Diane and any other contenders perform feats of strength and/or agility (arm wrestling perhaps?) to secure the interview." No word on whether that contest occurred, but I can imagine Diane pumping her fists in the air after having just slammed Katie's puny forearm down on the table.

Food, glorious WV food
Thursday, Sept. 18 Update
Here are Michelle's reviews of WV food:

Morgantown
Madeline's - Excellent food but the absolute worst service you can imagine. As long as you go in expecting a rude, surly waiter, and a long wait, you're fine and able to enjoy the food, which is fantastic.

Puglioni's - One of my favorites. Italian, and the owner went to the CIA (Culinary Institute of America). The BEST bread ever. Michael loves the French Fry salad. I like the Veggie Hoagie and the Spinach/Cheese calzone. The Shrimp Scampi is also very good but the garlic is almost overwhelming. They also have the best side salads. YUM! Plus we've always had excellent service. Oh my gosh, the bread -- it's divine. Definitely agree on that. Back when I ate pasta, I used to love getting their pesto pasta.

Boston Beanery - Food is only okay, except for the Seafood Chowder, which I love. I get the soup/salad combo. . I love the fries. There's also a Boston Beanery at the mall in Uniontown, Pa.

Maxwell's - Used to be my favorite, things went downhill for a period of years, but I've heard things are looking up. Mushroom burger was what I ordered every single time. That and spinach and cheese balls. They have a HUGE vegetarian selection, but stuff for carnivores as well.

Mediterranean Deli - We started going to Ali Baba's when he opened his restaurant in Westover, and would go there regularly. I loved the Vegetarian Salad platter. The deli is good, but not quite the same. I love the falafel platter at the Med Deli.

Kassar's - We only went once, but the food was excellent. VERY good. We got the buffet. Went here once and didn't like the food, but I love the little rocery store beside the restaurant. It's a great place to buy imported food.

Pryme Thyme - I have friends who loved the food here, but since they don't have a huge vegetarian selection, I am less thrilled. It's not bad though.

Sammy's Italian Deli - Very good Italian food and sandwhiches, but I prefer Pugs.

Fairmont
Muriale's - Fantastic Italian restaurant. I always get the Sicilian Spaghetti. PLUS they have excellent Tiramisu. Mmmmm.....

There is a hole in the wall Mexican place at the mall in Fairmont. Can't remember the name at all, but the food is very good. *Excellent* vegetarian fajitas.

My Buckhannon/Elkins food pick
CJ Maggie's - It was the place to go when I lived in Buckhannon. I've been to the Elkins restaurant only once, but the food seemed the same as the one in Buckhannon. I used to order the Codzilla sandwich (OK, I admit it was partly because of the name). I've also had the calzones, nachos and tomato-cheese bread. Reading the unique names on the menu and studying the whimsical decor is half the fun of CJ Maggie's.

Tuesday, Sept. 16
Food, glorious WV food
I'm horribly tardy in posting the response to my query about the best restaurants in WV. Carolina sent me her favorites in the Morgantown area:

"My favorite restaurant in Morgantown is Black Bear -- the food is very good, plus they now have bear paw prints on the floor." I've been to this one, too. When a friend of mine took me there, I was very skeptical, because I'm not into wraps, their specialty. I ordered the "feta fetish" with chicken and was pleasantly surprised.

"I also like this little Greek restaurant (note: I think the name is Nick's Canteen) a block from the 'Lair. I think it's on High Street and the street after Willey. The place looks like it should be condemned, but the food is good, especially their gyros."

"Last, but not least, I also would have to vote for the Daily Grind which is on Willey St. Wonderful sandwiches where I spent many an afternoon. The only caveat: don't be disappointed if the place is closed in the middle of the day."

My fond food memories
I probably wouldn't send the Food Network there or anything, but one of my fondest food memories in WV dates back to my years in Buckhannon when I used to treat myself occasionally to a turkey sub from a little place called Rol-Star. I was at that time in the midst of a turkey sub phase. I ordered them everywhere I went - Subway, the Kroger deli. I suppose you could say I was a bit of a turkey sub connoisseur.

I don't know what it was that made the Rol-Star turkey sub supreme. Taken individually, the components were quite ordinary: your average sliced deli turkey, cheese (I think it was provolone, but maybe it was white American), tomato, a giant mound of shredded lettuce, and about half a cup of mayo. All of this was on a sub roll that was a little different than most because it had a hard crust. Another thing that made it different was the placement of the mayo. Most subs, I think, usually have the mayo on the bread itself, but, if I'm remembering correctly, Rol-Star put the turkey and cheese directly on the bread and then slathered the mayo inside. Therefore, when you ate the sub, the mayo squeezed out right in the middle. (my eyes are glazing over...)

Another great thing about Rol-Star was they'd deliver. So, I could sit there in my pajamas and wait for "the Rol-Star guy" (I still remember his face!) to bring the food to my door.

(cue the mournful violin music)

It's been at least 8 years since I had a Rol-Star turkey sub. In fact, I don't even know if the little store & restaurant is still in business.

What's that degree worth in WV?
Here's an interesting graphic on salaries by level of education in various WV regions. If you have a four-year college degree or more, the Kanawha Valley is the place to be. However, if you didn't finish high school, head to the eastern panhandle. Here's the accompanying story.

Day two of operation build-a-fortress-around-the-yard
Unfortunately, I don't have the energy or money to build an actual fortress, but I'm still daydreaming about it.

Yesterday I set out two large shrubs and two large clumps of ornamental grass along what I plan to be the fence line (about $50 total, sale-priced). I also managed to get the first fence post in the ground. I'm really proud of myself for digging the holes by hand, without a post-hole digger.

OK, so picture it. Along one edge of my yard - the one by the alley - I have the four big plants/shrubs and one fence post. The plants are spaced out to cover almost the full length of the property. I thought that itself might keep people out, in case they naively thought the yard was a vacant lot that I'd been mowing all summer just for sport.

While I was standing out in the yard (after dark), the clue deprived dog walker (the one who allowed the dog to poop in the yard while I was mowing) came down the alley allowing her exuberant puppy to run wild at the end of the fully extended retractable leash. The dog, of course, ran into my yard. Instead of pulling the dog back to the alley, Miss Clueless instead let the dog drag the lease through two of the four bushes. Thank goodness, the beast darted between 2nd & 3rd plants and left the yard. Otherwise, I'm sure she wouldn't have thought twice about yanking the leash through all four. I just stood there dumbfounded. There's no chance she didn't see them. There's a street light right above, and the plants are at least 3 ft. above the ground.

I suppose I should have said something, but what? "Excuse me, would you mind not tearing up my shrubs?" Oh, I'm sure she would have complied with that request. Somehow, I think someone that rude is probably beyond that.

So, tonight I worked harder on the fence, determined that I was going to get at least some of the rails up. Three posts down, four to go.

Under the weather
My yard improvement plans for the weekend have been foiled by the cold/flu-like malady that's going around. I spent most of the day curled up on the couch, listening through my (perhaps) fevered sleep to Hoppy's radio show and half-dreaming that I heard the booming voice of A. James Manchin, only to realize that in fact I was not dreaming and A. James had called in to Hoppy's Friday "steam release" half hour to announce he will run again for the House of Delegates. It was unclear to me how that was a release of steam, but maybe it's just because I'm ill.

Of course, Lucille decided this was the one day out of the year that she wanted to be an affectionate cat. For her, that means sleeping on top of me and occasionally kneading the blanket. Today she did something I hadn't seen her do for about a year -- she attempted to nurse while she was kneading the blanket. There's something disconcerting about having an animal trying to suckle at the back of your knee, even if it's through a blanket.

No child's left behind shall go ungroped
In case you're wondering what's been going on at St. Mary's High School, an article in today's Daily Mail will bring you up to speed: School sex accusations rock town

Forecast: light blogging
I'm in the midst of some home improvement projects at the moment which are requiring much of my free time. I'm not doing all of the work myself, but, because I'm nuts, I feel compelled to clean my house before every contractor comes in to give me an estimate. I know that's silly. I'm sure they're not checking the bookshelves for dust, and I know they don't care if I get my artwork up on the wall. Yet, I have to trouble myself with these things. Sigh...

And then there are several projects I have going outside that consume the precious hours of daylight I have after work (and before Lowe's closes...must not go to the Lowe's garden center, must not go to the Lowe's garden center, must not...oh, it's no use).

Letter from Iraq
A letter from a WV (Poca) native serving in Iraq appears in the Daily Mail today. The sgt. is now in Kirkuk.

Darn gawkers
The new Corridor D section opened in the Parkersburg area yesterday and, as you might expect, people are eager to gawk at the new road...while they're driving. A DOH spokesman offers this sage advice in an article appearing in the Parkersburg News: "People want to look around at their new surroundings and are not paying attention to signs and new traffic lights. The best thing motorists can do is watch where they are going and pay attention to the new signs and those who are traveling around them....They can look around and enjoy the view, later."

Abandoned Animal Naming Trend?
Amy in Va. wrote to tell that while she lived in WV she "hit the abandoned dog trifecta" (oh how I wish I could claim that phrase as my own). The first dog jumped into her car at a gas station. The other two she found along the highway and subsequently named them after the locales in which they were found. One of her friends also found a dog along the highway and named the dog accordingly -- after the nearest exit.

All of this reminds me of a cat named "Interstate" I was once offered by a neighbor right after moving to this town. They had found the cat -- you guessed it -- by the interstate and were trying to find its owner or a new home for it.

Only once did I pick up an animal that was dodging traffic. I took it home and put it on a chain in the yard, but the dog evidently was a free spirit and broke the chain and had vanished by morning. So, I was spared the opportunity to name the poor animal.

On dogs, excrement and rude, irresponsible people
I have long thought imbeciles or criminally rude people should not be permitted to have pets.

As I was mowing (push mower, no luxurious riding mower here) the large, open back yard portion of my property, one of the residents from up the street allowed his/her dog to defecate in my yard, in the very section of yard I was mowing. It wasn't like the dog dashed over into my yard and pooped immediately, before the owner could regain control of the animal. No, the dog took a leisurely stroll, looking for just the right spot, while the owner stood on the street gawking.

Now, what enrages me most is this is the SECOND time this has happened while I was mowing the grass -- and it wasn't even the same rude neighbor! The other neighbor stood on his/her porch smoking a cigarette while the animals ran over to my yard to take a dump (of course, they're not on a leash -- they never are). Nary a tree or bush was obstructing the neighbor's view of both my mowing the yard and his/her dogs using same yard as their private bathroom.

Now, I am a dog lover, and I've walked plenty of dogs in my day, so I know that occasionally the unexpected happens while walking a dog. You know, when you think there's no chance Fido is going to do any "big stuff" so there's no reason to take the plastic bag. But if my dog pooped in someone else's yard -- while they were mowing the yard! -- I would walk a few yards up to my house and get a bag and clean up the mess.

I suppose I should just be happy that this individual had the dog on a leash. That in itself is an oddity around this neighborhood, where many dogs just run free.

The thing is, if they'd come over after I moved in and had said, "Gee, you know, my dog really likes romping in your yard. Would that be OK?" I would most likely have said, "Sure, just clean up. No problem." But now I have visions of privacy fences dancing in my head.

I know, I know, in the grand scheme of things, this is just a minor thing. It's certainly not as bad as evil people who move and leave their animal(s) to roam the neighborhood or countryside. Yes, I have known at least one case of this.

It's also not as bad as irresponsible people who allow their dogs to have litter after litter of unwanted puppies, only to take the puppies and leave them in someone else's yard. When I was growing up, we averaged a dog or cat PER SUMMER being left at our house. I suspect some of the dogs were dumped by the same people, a few years a part, because we ended up with a collection of black and white, Border Collie-like dogs very much resembling each other:
Exhibit A (age 15)
Exhibit B (age 13)
Exhibit C (age 9)
Exhibit D (age 8)

OK, Exhibit D is a stretch, I admit, but his coloring is very collie-like, so perhaps he's just a little more mixed than the others. And keep in mind, these are just the ones still living. Others we had to take to the humane society, some we found other homes for, and some lived with us until passing on to that happy hunting ground in the sky.

People who cannot care for animals (feed, get vaccinations for, and spay/neuter) should suck it up and take the animals to the local shelter THEMSELVES instead of burdening others. There is NO excuse. There are low-cost spay and neuter programs. There are rescue organizations. Don't give me some excuse about people not having enough money. We didn't have a lot of money to take care of discarded animals, but we did. If nothing else, we drove the animals to the shelter (no small chore, considering the shelter was about 45 min. away). I guarantee these losers who claim to not have enough money have a satellite dish or cable TV, or some other sort of entertainment budget. There's just no excuse for this and for so many other things people do.

Whew...

By the way, here's an article on "Next-door Nasties" that was in the Sunday Gazette-Mail yesterday.

Pursegate continued
Mark Oct. 10 on your calendar. That's when girls at Herbert Hoover High can start carrying purses to class again -- IF they prove between now and then that they can quit smoking in the bathrooms, follow the dress code, etc.

Other randomness from today
The odd, odd pizza-delivery-man-turned-bank-robber death
This is one of the most bizarre stories I've ever heard, and it just keeps getting more bizarre. It's the kind of thing that if you wrote it as a short story and turned it in as an assignment for a creative writing class, you'd be blown out of the water (so to speak) for being completely unrealistic. I heard one of the deceased's friends telling a TV reporter something like, "He was totally unconcerned about money. He avoided work as much as possible." Yet another thing I don't particularly care to have said about me after I die.

The Wells v. WV Media Holdings situation
WBOY TV anchor Erik Wells is now suing the station for not allowing him to continue working while his wife, Natalie Tennant, runs for Secretary of State.

"The Best of" does the Mountain State
Food Network's Jill Cordes is doing a five-day culinary tour of WV. Cordes is co-host of "The Best of," and, yes, I've watched the show before. Once they featured an Italian restaurant the Alpbilly and I had previously visited in Niagara Falls, NY.

Anyway, she's in WV, and, according to this article in the Gazette today, Cordes worked with the WV Division of Tourism and the Greenbrier County Convention & Visitors Bureau to find places to visit. Here's where they sent her:

Food and Friends in Lewisburg (I think)

The Moxie Cafe in Union (Monroe County)

The Greenbrier in White Sulphur Springs (Greenbrier County)

Smokey's on the Gorge in Lansing (Fayette County)

The Pence Springs Hotel in (you guessed it) Pence Springs (Summers/Monroe County -- on the map I have it appears to be right on the line)

The General Lewis Inn in Lewisburg

Unfortunately, I've never been to any of those restaurants. In fact, it occurs to me that I've not dined very extensively in West Virginia. So...what is your favorite restaurant in WV? (please, do not tell me Red Lobster -- I like Red Lobster, too, but I'm looking for non-chain restaurants)

Not just roosters, but roosters on steroids
I told you roosters can be annoying. People in Raleigh County are sick and tired of hearing roosters -- roosters on steroids no less (I'm imagining a really brawny Foghorn Leghorn) -- crowing the whole darn day, so the county commission is considering adjusting the noise ordinance, which originally targeted yappy dogs.