Right now (1:30 a.m.) every dog in the neighborhood is going batshit because I just attempted to drag my trash down to the curb for tomorrow’s pickup. They heard me rooting around in my back yard, dragging bags of yard waste toward the gate. First it was the neighbor dogs to the west of me, then that set off the dog in the house just east of me, and then I heard some dogs down the street, and then, finally, dogs several streets over. My motion-activated floodlight flicked on and I looked down and realized I was clothed entirely in my black workout clothes.
If the cops come, tell ’em I was blogging!
I know I’m in the minority on this, but a neighborhood full of barking dogs at night is one of my favorite sounds.
I don’t mind it if a) I’m not trying to sleep and b) I’m positive they’re not barking at me. :)