Bark Bark Bark
Bark bark bark.
Barkbark bark bark.
Barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark.
It started with a whine, oh so sad, like he had been woken from a dream, or had his girlfriend dump him, on Valentine's weekend no less.
It slowly progressed to barking, and now there are either two dogs upstairs, or he is able to bark in surround sound just to piss me off.
Yes, it is almost 4am.
B has to be at work at 7am.
Just over three hours in the future.
And the barking.
The lady who just moved in a few weeks ago.
Just before that man put holes in the hallway walls.
And now her dog (dogs?). Will. Not. Stop. Barking.
The kicker?
She isn't even home.
The car isn't here.
I called the landlords, but they live in North Pole, a half hour drive away. Even if they don't warm up their car for very long, it should be another 15 or 20 minutes before they show.
I've made B move to the couch because the dog is barking in her bedroom upstairs, directly above our bed.
I've made Lacey lay on my lap with her head on my arm as I type with her ears in full-attention mode, because, can't you hear it? Doesn't he know that it's time to be under the warm covers drooling on your owner's foot? Please can you fix it?
Barkbarkbark. Bark.
I am not happy.
2005
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Don't you hate that?? Some people just have no respect, or they're too lazy to teach their animals (or children) how to behave. It seems to be really gaining in popularity these days.
He (she?) probably just needed to go outside and relieve the bladder pressure. Who leaves a dog alone over night like that?
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