…the dogs in this neighbourhood.
I think we are the only house in the WHOLE SUBURB without one.
Someone walked their tiny rat dog down my street five minutes ago. The dogs on my street have just stopped barking… well, except for the one across the street, the one that belongs to the kid that likes to stand on his trampoline at 8 in the morning and BARK AT THE DOG. For hours.
I can tell the rat dog’s owner was heading northwest. There’s faint barking coming from that direction.
No, I will not miss the dogs.
CURSE THEM and their little rat dog friends. Enemies? Frenemies.
Oh man I feel you. Everywhere we live there seems to be at least one dog intent on driving me insane.
Is not teh goggehs’ fault, is teh stupid owners’ faults.
Our goggeh never barks – he knows he’s at the bottom of the pack and he’s not responsible for guarding the house
http://thedreadlockdogman.blogspot.com/2007/04/where-does-your-dog-see-itself-on-pack.html
My dad calls those little dogs ‘turners’ – turns good food into shit. Loathe yappy dogs. LOATHE them!
Instead of putting up with the dogs you should have bought a lion. Lion poo keeps cats (and dogs) at bay. Imagine what a roar would achieve.