In which I’m tired of yard dogs.

I live in a very small town full of very large yards.

One should, I believe, do pretty much whatever one wants in their own yard. Rip out the turf and put in vegetables or wild flowers. Park a fucking car on blocks. Build a little free library. I don’t care, it’s your yard.

Except, truly, I wish your dogs would shut the fuck up already.

I just sat on my patio under a lap blanket to drink a cup of chamomile tea. It was ten straight minutes of all y’all’s dogs barking, endlessly. They never quit! Endless barking, from near and far. One dog goes off, then the dogs in the next yard go off, then the next block goes off. Back and forth forever. And, since it’s frozen out, the sound travels almost perfectly.

Maybe take your dogs inside sometimes. Train them to bark less. Oh, or here’s an idea: put them in your truck, drive to a path, and walk them for five miles, how about that?!

I’m so sick of barking fucking dogs.