Tuesday Morning Gripe

My neighbor's dog barks at me every morning when I walk out my door. Not a friendly "Hey there" bark, but more of a "You! Human! Get off my turf!" bark. Every morning when I leave. Every afternoon when I return. Every time any of us steps a foot out of the back door (which is our main door).

Dog -- it's my house. It's my yard. Shut up already.

That is all.


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