It was 4 am and the little dog was yapping, yapping and yapping. By this time she had had enough. She climbed all the way up to the rooftop. When she got there, she proceeded to address the direction of the commotion. It went something like this...
"If you don't shut that fucking dog up, I will personally come over there and shut it up for you. Permanently."
And then there was silence.
Later she joked about removing all the dogs innards and staking it to the front door. But I wonder. Many a true word is spoken in jest.
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