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Ok. Here's the story. We have a Golden whom we named Luke Skybarker, and he has lived up to his name in every sense. He will be 12 next month.
Five years ago the house next door went up for sale. I was already well aware of Luke's proclivities and when the house was being shown when I was outside I would make mention of this fact for the prospective buyers to take into consideration (no, they old neighbor didn't move out because of him. She died.) When I met C. she assured me that she was a dog lover and that would be no problem.
Fast forward to a couple of months ago when the police come to our door and tell us that someone had reported a barking dog. I was embarrassed and promised not to let him outside after 9:00 p.m. for more than a few minutes, and told them that if whoever it was that complained wanted to call me the could give them our phone number. Never did I suspect it was C. because she'd told me she was okay with dogs back when she moved in. I've pretty much lived up to that promise, though lose track of time sometimes.
Last night at 10:15 he was out having a "conversation" with another dog in the next neighborhood. Yes, I was wrapped up in a TV show and forgot the time. She came to the door, and, shaking with fury starts yelling about how it's been five years she's put up with this and his incessant barking is driving her crazy, like someone driving a knife through her brain, etc.
I apologized profusely and told her I was going to renew my efforts to make sure that it was quiet after 9:00 p.m. She said mornings aren't a problem because she's a morning person.
I know I got lazy, but partly because I thought it wasn't her, and I will keep my promise. At the same time, if she couldn't stand it for five years, why didn't she say something sooner? If I'd known there was a problem, I would have done something sooner! I can't help think that we've lived here for 20 years, always been on good terms with neighbors. I warned her about Luke before she even moved in. And now Luke is in his "golden" years (our other Golden died at the age of 12 two years ago), and is well set in his ways. Sure, I can make sure he doesn't have barkathons after 9:00. I just wish there was something else I could do. I want to let him be outside when he wants to, but he does bark, and I hate making the end of his life miserable by keeping him inside at night all the time.
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