Recently I sold a home for some wonderful clients who moved out of state to fulfill their dream of retiring to a golf course community where they could be closer to their friends. I met the buyer during the transaction and she seemed very nice.
But you know what is not nice? Her obnoxious dog. Four times in the last couple weeks since she moved in, he has dug under the fence and popped up on our deck, scaring the cats out of their wits and getting mud on the patio.
Yes, the dog lives behind me now, along with its friend, another dog that is not a digger. It is a barker. So even when I don't actually see a dog, I can often hear a dog instead.
I like dogs, but just as with children, I think they should be trained to not annoy people.
I miss my old neighbors even more now, with their sweet, well-trained dog. I never even knew they had a dog until I went to their house to talk to them about selling it. Sigh.