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'm sure he had a restful morning; our bedroom window is right across from Barky. 

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

Yes, our carport area is rather trashy-the kayak is our bedroom window

I don't want to sound like a Karen, but come on—7:15 a.m., 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 incessantly.
We definitely try to keep them quiet—especially early in the morning and late at night.

There isn’t 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 all were a bit tired and cranky, and Barky didn't let up until—well, shoot, he disappeared for a little bit, but he barked right up until dark.

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

I'm trying to put down a few words each day, just to try to keep up with days, but today I'm all out of words.