My dog wakes me up at 3 am to go outside. I grab my cane and stumble to the back door. He pees close to the bottom of the ramp then runs to the back fence and barks, barks, barks (the city cemetery is on the other side of the fence). What is he barking at? Ghosts? Spirit Orbs? Animals who prefer the night life? Trespassers who are still alive? I don't know.
I tell him to hush....bark, bark, bark. I call his name...bark, bark, bark. I go back in the house and put on my shoes...bark, bark, bark. I go outside to retrieve my dog and the neighbor's back yard light comes on. He's standing on his elevated deck hollering at me, "If you don't shut that damn dog up, I'm calling the police." My dog rarely does that, but the results are the same. So far, my neighbor hasn't called the police. I've talked to him several times about the matter and have apologized.
Last time I talked to him about it, I said, "My dog is a watchdog and your dog is a....What?"
His dog is younger than mine and moves slower than the Sands of Time. The only time his dog comes alive is when you bang on his food dish.
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