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When Patience Runs Out

I’m a tolerant fellow. I tend to give my fellow man or woman the benefit of the doubt. But as I write this at 2:20 a.m. on a Sunday morning, even my patience has run out.

My neighbor’s dogs have been barking for over an hour and a half. And this isn’t the first time they’ve set to letting the world know they exist via their voices. In this instance, the owner hasn’t been home all weekend, and the dogs have been singing pretty constantly since Friday afternoon. He left the dogs out in the back yard to do their thing the whole weekend. And judging by the odiferous waft, no one’s been around to clean up after them either.

So about 90 minutes ago I called the cops. And in standing out front talking to the office that responded, I discovered several other neighbors called as well. I enjoy sidewalk small talk with my (good) neighbors, but not at 2:20 a.m. on a Sunday morning! Apparently things are in the works (one is in process of filling a civil suit) to resolve the long-standing problem. Sigh. I dislike being one to trample on another fellow’s freedoms, but that’s what barking dog ordinances are for I suppose.

Maybe this will kick the neighbor into resolving the problem, or he’ll likely lose his dogs. Either way, at least those of us living near by can get some sleep (with our windows open!).

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