Thwump, Thwump, Thwump

Thats the sound of Belmont hunting a fly. He likes to corner them by the bedroom window. He'll get his paws up on the ledge and scoot up and down the line chasing after one. However, his mouth isn't really shaped for, you know, picking it up. So all he can really do is repeatedly drive his face into the window. It's ok. The dog does not feel pain.