Gone to the Dogs

There’s an old Flintstone’s style apartment building on my corner that houses a yappy little dog. It’s a wired-haired, mixed-breed barking machine. Ounce for ounce, this monster can really pack a punch. I live on the corner of Yucca and Las Palmas. I walked three blocks to the corner of Whitley and Yucca, where I could still here its shrill emissions. This dog illustrates one of the reasons why I believe canines should be banned from the urban setting. Can my worthy readers identify this reason?

Here’s the page for info on what to do about nuisance barking and inconsiderate jerks in general in your neighborhood. I have a serious problem with their requirements. Before they will consider your complaint, you must get the name of the dog owner. Good luck with that one! What if the owner is a gang banger with scary tattoos and even scarier pit bulls? Well, er, that’s not the case in my situation. In my situation, the owner appears to be a non-English speaking drag queen, which is just as scary as any gang banger! Any suggestions? I’ve tried screaming, “La muerte al pero!” out my window, but that didn’t help much.