Hard.

I agree with your gay post btw. Which is why I don't have a dog right now, as bad as I want one. I'm not going to get a dog so I can leave him fenced in all day alone. Until I can give one room to move around (big yard) or have someone around the house more often throughout the day, I'm not going to have one.

An update:

I think the pitbull either died or was sold. No I would never poison a dog; I was just kidding about that shit. But the neighbor's Chihuahua looking wife, speaking of which, has taken an affinity for Chihuahuas (It's amazing sometimes how an owner resembles his or her dog) and now owns 5 yippy Chihuahuas.

No more BARK BARK BARK!!. Instead I hear an orchestra of Yip yip yawwowowowow yip yip yip!

In all of their masterful brilliance of the world around them, the owners have conditioned the rule that each and every yippy dog should yip at the drop of a leaf or the passage of any walking or jogging neighbor.

And these are the people I intend to defend. I hope this is an extreme case!