Kickass, the doorstop dog, joins the keeper in listening to the hissing and sighing of the night wind, moving through the darkness like a great invisible witch, bending the tree limbs outside the bedroom window in threatening gestures and warping the path of a sleepless mind with ultimate authority. The wind and the darkness of the night symbolize the ominous unknown, and in that are the seeds of a primitive fear, an ego-centric denial of being a part of ever-evolving nature. Some night when the wind comes slithering out of the darkness, the keeper will not be around to hear its omniscient message. He can accept that, in a way. Kickass cannot, or does not, which is yet one more advantage of being a dog.