So ... there's this dog that apparently lives across Richmond Road that when he gets going, he barks for literally hours.
If you lived here, you would know what a fear that is, to still be able to hear him across Richmond Road a quarter of a mile away,, with the windows closed, despite all the traffic on Richmond Road, which is a main thoroughfare road in Lexington and a direct link to I-75.
If it's this loud here - I can't even imagine how loud he is as a neighbor.
But what can you do, if you own the dog, I guess?
Now, when Ziggy hears him, he stands on his hind legs with his paws up on the window, barking and howling back, like a mad dog.
Then he runs to me, as if he wants something, then to Mark, pleading for something, I don't know what.
Maybe he wants him to shut up, too?
I guess he could be concerned or wanting to play, but he's more amped, almost like:
"Dad? That dog 'cross the way is talking shit again. I'monna have to over beat his ass. can I?' 😂
And then if we don't take him outside to let him howl and bark back properly, then he gets his toys that look like dogs and vigorously shakes them.
'Atta boy, Buddy, you tell him, "Cut that shit out!'" 😂
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