Early Barks, Same Old Routine, Different Day

Van Gogh had his dogs in the yard before 7:30 a.m., and the new one barked all day long.
Cowboy got to bed at 1:45 a.m.
I am sure he had a restful morning.
Our bedroom window is right across from Barky.

I went down to check on Heron’s cats the carport way, but I risked spiders and wet feet, so I came up the front side yard instead.
I am not entirely confident in Van Gogh’s fence‑building skills.
I say “fence,” but he is stretching barbed wire in a circle around his back deck and letting the dogs out in that little area.

I do not want to sound like a Karen, but come on.
Seven fifteen in the morning, when you know you have joggers and school kids, and your dog will bark at them?
I try to be understanding and let things slide off my back.
I have two barkers myself, but we actually try to stop them from barking nonstop.
We definitely try to keep them quiet, especially early in the morning and late at night.

There is not much to say about the day.
It was the same as yesterday and the day before, except for the never‑ceasing barking next door.
Very little changes around here.
Our routines stay the same unless there is an appointment of some sort.

I think we were all a bit tired and cranky, and Barky did not let up.
Well, shoot, he disappeared for a little while, but he barked right up until dark.

Tomorrow will be our town day, so we will be gone until at least 1 p.m.
That is a change in routine, although it is routine itself.

I am trying to put down a few words each day, just to keep up with the days.
But today I am all out of words.