Sir,

I don’t live in a war zone, I live in Tenby, between the walls with trees and bins and the chip shop. So I don’t know if I should have expected to be terrorised these past two Sabbath evenings. But I can tell you that after the first sonic thunder stunned me and the very air I hit the humans and quivered. Before that I was just barking defiantly at the fairy lights.

How many deep thuds to my system did I endure? I can’t count, so I ran amok and then curled up in dread trying not to think of what my fear portended. The old man grumbled about Iraq and an unfortunate case of shock and awe. I guessed that these sonic horrors are a lesser version of new bombs that turn your innards to mush.

On behalf of the Cats, Dogs and Gulls Alliance, I protest against these menacing intrusions on sweet summer evenings. So please stop this spectacular disconnect between charity and other creatures’ frailty.

Sid - the dog,

not related to Brian,

Augustus Place,

Tenby.