bpatterson's Blog: Random Rants

My wife and I lay in bed for what seems like the thousandth night in a row, listening to the crooning drifting into our bedroom.  “I hate that dog”, I said, “and I don’t even know his name.”  My wife and I decend into another fit of giggling.  When the going gets tough, the tough get going, but the resiliant break through with humor.  The “crooning” comes not from our TV, its circuits now long since cooled in our living room, but from a neighbor’s dog barking incessantly up the street.  “What do you suppose he’s barking at?”, I inquired.  “Probably separation anxiety,” answers my wife, ever the social worker and dog trainer.

Now, we live in a nice neighborhood and all of our neighbors are great…nice family folks with regular hours and regular jobs and, I…