Harry, my son's dog, loves to bark. At squirrels, at people, at cats, at other dogs. Literally, Harry would stand at the window and howl all day if it were up to him . Which it isn't. The neighbors have already made that abundantly clear. At least made it clear to me through nasty notes in the mailbox. Not that that matters to Harry.
So Harry was officially uninvited to my house for the unforeseeable future. Not that Harry cares. You see, my son's neighbor has decided to have a hen and a rooster in his back yard so he can have fresh eggs each day. Which drives Harry nuts, since he can't have the eggs or the fowl. So now Harry howls at the fowl day and night and drives the rooster and hen, as well as my son and daughter-in-law bonkers. Which makes the cockatoo that lives on the other side of Harry very happy. And if you think Harry's howling, the rooster's crowing and the hen's clucking is bad, you should come around when the cockatoo joins in the choir.
So thankful I don't live anywhere near Harry and the boys.
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