Here we go again. It's 2:30am, and I'm now fully awake. That stupid fucken dog. It's been a daily occurence for about 6 weeks now, is only getting worse, but it's going to stop starting tomorrow afternoon.
Leo is unwilling to buy me fire crackers, because he thinks it's mean, and will make the neighbors angry. So fuck it, I came up with a new solution. It's called the metal pot from the rice cooker combined with a metal ladel. I'm going to bang the hell out of that thing tomorrow afternoon. I would love to do it now, but everyone else is sleeping.
That dog can go find a new soi to go hang out at thought. He doesn't need to come around here any more.
To make this into an actual thread, and street dog stories to share?
For the visitors, remember, when it comes to street dogs, your tone of voice is the most powerful tool you have. Dogs don't understand your words, but they do understand your tone. Don't ever show them fear, because they will sense it out.