My wife and I lay in bed for what seems like the thousandth night in a row, listening to the crooning drifting into our bedroom. "I hate that dog", I said, "and I don't even know his name." My wife and I decend into another fit of giggling. When the going gets tough, the tough get going, but the resiliant break through with humor. The "crooning" comes not from our TV, its circuits now long since cooled in our living room, but from a neighbor's dog barking incessantly up the street. "What do you suppose he's barking at?", I inquire. "Probably separation anxiety," answers my wife, ever the social worker and dog trainer.
Now, we live in a nice neighborhood and all of our neighbors are great...nice family folks with regular hours and regular jobs and, I assume, regular sleep patterns. But this dog! His bark is one that penetrates the night air for up to a mile or more, I'd guess. Especially in the quiet neighborhood in which we live. "If he's this loud a block away, how must he sound to the owners," I wonder, "do you suppose they're asleep, or do they just have the TV up REALLY LOUD?" And it penetrates the night air from about 9:30 until about 10:50 every night.
"Counting stars," I venture. "Huh?" "I think he's counting stars," I continue, "Thank God he can only count to around 20,000 or so." We decend into another sleep deprivation induced fit of giggling. I still can't imagine what the owners are thinking. I mean, either they live in a totally soundproof house or maybe they're stone deaf. How could you stand listening to your dog right outside your window barking nonstop for over an hour each night? "Maybe he's trying out for American Idol," I say, "unfortunately he's a lot better than most of the ones they turn away." More giggling.
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