Our next-door neighbors, whom we like, have a new dog. It has been barking non-stop for the past two hours. I can't get to sleep. I shut every door and window (despite the unseasonably warm October weather), I turned off every exterior light, I dug my earplugs out of my chess supplies (yes, I'm serious), but still all I hear is that damn dog bark bark barking next door.
It's driving me crazy.
I slept soundly last night, be I woke poorly rested. This morning was awful; I wanted to fall asleep at my desk. "I don't know why I was so tired," I told Kris. Now I do. The dog was barking last night, too, and he probably barked the entire night. It doesn't matter how soundly you sleep, if you've got some constant noise — a snoring partner, a dripping faucet, a barking dog — your mind and body are not going to wake refreshed.
Jeff had a neighbor that once threatened to kill his dog (dogs?) because Murphy barked all day while Jeff was at work. Jeff was indignant, couldn't understand why somebody would make that kind of threat. I can understand, and I feel this way after only a night-and-a-half of listening to the dog bark.
Dog owners were infuriated this summer when somebody took it upon himself to plant poisoned meat around a Portland park. The meat, which was only accessible to a dog running off-leash, killed several dogs, and dog owners were livid. I am in no way claiming that the dog-killer was justified, but dog owners need to recognize just how annoying some people find their animals.
If the dog jumps on me, it's not friendly. If it drools on me, it's not cute. If it's aggressive, it's not protective. If it barks all the time, discipline the animal. Now.
And I'm serious: if I see you letting your dog piss in my lawn, I'm going to come out and yell at you. I've done it before and I'll do it again.
On this day at foldedspace.org
2004 — Trivial Pursuit: Geek Edition On Thursday nights Mickey Finn's plays host to Mr. Bill's Traveling Trivia Show.
2002 — Herb Nelson My favorite person I ever met while making sales calls was Herb Nelson.
2001 — Off Kilter In which the Mariners lose the ALCS, I come upon an accident, Fry's sucks, I do not play Diablo, and Kris and I are sick (but we have a nice time anyhow).