Breaking Point

I reached a breaking point.
I called my mom.
I cried.
I parked the car.
Cried more as the noise escalated.
I sat in the back of the car with Orion to try and calm him down.
Then I went in and bought a bark collar.
Perhaps both he and I will live to be old together as oppose to dying in a car wreck brought on by craziness.

We're now home.
He is worn out.
He won't come near me.

It's tough.