Relative Something

It was probably wishful thinking on my part to believe the barking dog issue was permanently solved.

3 a.m.

4 a.m.

5 a.m.

Then it stopped. In my semi-conscious wish to be still asleep, I imagined maybe the closer neighbor had reached their limit and called for official intervention in the predawn darkness when spiders are manically spinning spectacular orb webs.

At 6:11, it started again. Poor dog. Doesn’t take a breath between yips anymore. Just constantly screams for something.

If the cops got them to bring the dog inside, it only lasted for a short time after they’d left. Of course, this is all my addled, sleep-interrupted mind making up one scenario. It’s equally possible the dog just got tired and shut up for a spell.

Since we live out of sight from the source of this angst, I don’t have a vision of where this dog is located while endlessly yapping for attention.

In supreme contrast, I walked pleasantly with Asher through our woods and on to the barn, where the horses were serene as could be. They appear to find the new senior feed much to their liking compared to the corn and oats that were being served prior. We have completed the transition, and they get 100% processed pellets.

They gobble it up much more quickly, licking the buckets clean and spilling much less on their placemats.

We are looking forward to having less “food” lying all around for the critter pests that consider the area around the overhang to be their free buffet.

The senior feed looks to be a change that does solve at least a couple of issues for us. The distant neighbor’s barking dog problem remains a work in progress.

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