Shut Up!! Stupid Dog!!

I want to kill my neighbor's dog. My back-yard fence, next-to-my-bedroom, neighbor's dog. My barks incessantly, day and night, neighbor's dog.

This has gone on for months now. Sue and I went to talk to the neighbors on two occasions, and we both felt good about that. And things improved for a while. We could distantly hear the dog barking in their garage.

In fairness to the neighbor, Bruce, on our first visit to complain about the dog he was in a quandry. His aged brother had gone into the hospital and had entrusted the dog to his care. The dog is old, and apparently was a spoiled house dog. Whether it misses my neighbor's brother, or whether it is a spoiled brat wanting inside, I don't know. That it barks incessantly, I do know. Boy do I know. Sometimes I just want to shout, "Shut Up!! Stupid Dog!!" Actually, sometimes I do.

Sadly, my neighbor's brother died. The second time we talked to Bruce he told us his brother had died, and he didn't know what to do because his brother had made him promise to take care of his dog. But Bruce is not a dog whisperer. He's not a disciplinarian. He's a dog whimp, letting the stupid dog run the show. Letting the tail wag him. He's letting that stupid dog ruin my life; or anyway, maybe I am.

So I want to kill that stupid dog with rat poison, but I don't want to go to prison. I want to shoot that stupid dog with a 22, but I don't have one. If I sound a little crazy here, you don't know half the story. Shut up!! Stupid dog!! Shut up!!

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By the way, I don't hate dogs. I've had a few in my lifetime. But a dog's owner has responsibilities, kind of like a parent. There's a book called "No Bad Dogs" in which the author theorizes that all dogs have the capacity to be good dogs, if only their owners knew what to do.