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Walter Simon barked back at the neighbor's dog as he walked across the back yard. As he reached the fence the dog jumped and howled, almost out of control. Walter smiled as he pulled a large air horn out of his pocket, aimed it at the dog and squeezed the trigger.
The dog jumped back towards the house, then cowered, dropping his ears, his tail fell between his legs. Walter held the trigger; it was pay back time. He just watched as the dog began to belly crawl away from the horn. For the first time in a very long time Walter didn't have to listen to the incessant barking of the neighbor's dog.
Other dogs in the neighborhood began to howl along with the air horn, or at least Walter thought he heard other dogs. The horn was ridiculously loud, a bot painful to his ears, but it was worth it. Two years of listening to this dog bark for hours on end at air and howl with the volunteer for department alarm.
Walter wondered how his neighbors could stand all the barking; perhaps they would like the horn even less. After all, it was six o'clock on a Sunday morning, always a good time to talk to the neighbors.
"What the hell are you doing?" shouted Herb Stuartson as he came wobbling out the patio door in a rather short and reveling partially open robe. His black socks were pulled all the way up, a dingy wife beater tank and thankfully, boxers.
"Oh, did I wake you?" Walter said releasing the trigger. His ears rang.
"Do you know what time it is? People are trying to sleep!" he was serious. What a dick. The dog perked up his head, lifting himself to a seated position.
"Really? Because I figured since your damn dog woke me up yet again this morning, everyone else in the neighborhood was up, too," I told him as I raised up my horn, causing the dog to cower once again; my neighbor stepped towards me, as though he might come over the fence. I chuckled. "I figured since you don't know how to train your dog as a courtesy for your neighbors, I thought I would give it a shot."
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