Years ago in Alamogordo, my friend Bill Gideon lived next to a family with a
large hound dog named Hans, who would howl late at night when left outside.
It was loud enough to keep him awake, and he initially tried to call them and
tell them Hans was howling (which for some reason THEY never seemed to hear).
Finally Bill got an idea - when Hans started howling at midnight one night, he
got dressed and went out to his shed (on the edge of his property, close to
the neighbors), and started grinding on a 55 gallon drum. When the neighbor
appeared, asking why Bill was making all the noise, he said, "Well, Hans'
howling keeps me from sleeping, so I had to do SOMETHING, and decided to
get this done."
In another "dog" incident, we lived next door to a man with several hunting
dogs, who really never caused any problems. But my dad would blow on the
barrel of his shotgun, and the dogs would start howling, which would disturb
the neighbor's sleep.
L.
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