3 AM, I open one eye to check the clock on the
nightstand next to my bed.
I was awoken by a dog barking in a nearby apartment,
a big dog I can tell by the depth of sound.
The animal was either left alone or the owner has
passed out or passed away.
I am hoping the later, for a drunk has no business
neglecting an animal in need.
3:30 AM, and still the deep persistent clamor of
a pet abandoned or ignored.
Due to my disability, I am unable to go over and
knock on the neighbor’s door.
Anyway, I’m not for sure whether the noise is coming
from the apartment above or to the side.
My small dog is upset as well and begins whining.
3:45, I arise and take my dog into the living room and
turn on the TV to distract from the noise.
It does help some, but then I must deal with the
aggravation of early morning TV programming.
A dog food commercial appears on the screen, and
my pup who is vehemently opposed to seeing other
dogs on TV starts to bark with a high-pitched ferocity.
I hit the remote changing the channel.
Damn, a Little House on the Prairie re-run.
I never could stand that show.
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Chris Hanch 8-9-2020
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