How to Start a Fight…
9:15pm. Neighbor’s dogs barking. A lot. “How long has that racket been going on?” I asked, closing the door to the basement, as I emerged from the quietest spot in the house. “Two hours or so,” came sick-all-day-half-comatose-on-couch-husband’s reply. “Maybe longer,” said the son. Hmmm… 9:33pm. “SHUT UP!!!” screamed the son of the dog owners …