This poem describes how I feel about my neighbors little yapper. The shrill in it's voice makes me want to be unnoticed.
Little" Yap, Yap Dog you wannabe attack dog who backs away when a hand comes near you. You are my neighbors dog but yet you aren't neighborly. Whenever I step out you bark at me. Most of the time I try to avoid you but at times you dart out to scare me with your high pitched shrilly bark. It's a good thing that you are limited to your leash and please stop pooping in my yard.
I understand completely, Rebecca! Once, there were four yappy dogs that prevented me from enjoying my backyard! I hated that! It was my yard, filled with flowers and cats and ponderings in silence, not dogs frenetic voices. Somehow, I made it through the two or so years they lived next door.
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