On Tuesday, I wrote about that barking dog in my neighborhood that’s keeping me up at night. If you missed the post, you can click here to read it.
A few days ago, some friends came over to visit. Standing outside waiting for them, I heard the dog barking. Turns out, the dog isn’t to my right at all. It’s to my left. I heard it barking at my friends as they walked to my apartment building.
Later on in the afternoon, I started walking to Walgreen’s. Me and the barking dog finally met.
I guess it’s a dog. It looks more like a white rat—maybe slightly bigger than a rat but not by much.
The dog was on a leash tied to a porch railing. It barked viciously as I stood there trying to calm the thing down, you know, talking in a gentle tone. The dog was having done of it. I was sure if it could break free from the leash, it would go for my throat. After about a minute, I continued my walk to Walgreen’s.
On the way back, there was the little white rat—I mean dog—still barking, still acting like it wanted to kill me. I decided to try and stare it down which was silly as the dog wasn’t staring at me, just barking like it probably has rabies.
Now, days later, it’s still outside at night, still barking and keeping me up.
In my last post, I said barking dogs don’t bite. In this case, I think I’m wrong.
I guess the next step is to talk to the people who own the dog and request that they at least put the dog in at night. Doesn’t all that barking keep them up too?
I have no ending here. Maybe if I was getting more sleep, I would.
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