Every now and then The Vent in the Atlanta Urinal and Constipation contains some blog nuggets. In this morning’s paper I saw this one.
I’ve never understood how the owner of the barking dog gets any sleep.
Me neither. When I was living with my mother while attending college after I got out of the Navy she had a neighbor who had a barking dog. Since the bedroom I slept in faced the house next door, I had a front row seat to the barking dog concert. One night, about 2:00 AM, after tiring of the incessant barking, I called the dog owner and said, “Since your dog is keeping the neighborhood awake with his barking, I thought you might want to join us.” The barking stopped immediately. It never started again.