เล่าสู่กันฟังในวันว่างๆ (โดย รุ่งอรุณ ผลินธร)
Most of times I keep my two dogs in the garage while all of us go out for work. Every day about 3:30 p.m. I come back to check and make sure they go out for toilet, and have enough water to drink. Then lock them in that garage again until all of us come back home. I feel so terrible to lock them up most of time, but I have no choice. Why? I’ll share you now.
Since the first day we moved here, there is a couple husband and wife, who live to next door our place, always keep their eyes and their ears just for our dogs’ barking. There are many dogs around this area always bark and bark and bark days and nights, but this couple odd do not care those dogs. THEY ONLY CARE FOR OUR DOGS.
Therefore, whenever they hear our dogs bark just one bark they feel like they hear the death screaming for their souls. They mad as the devil just jump out from the hell. They complained to the neighbors, to the county, and to the police, except they forget to complain to the president of the United States.
I try my best to keep my dogs be quiet as much as I can when I at home by tied them inside the porch, and put muzzle on them. It seems my dogs can sense who hate, or who love them because compare to another couple neighbors these two dogs never bark to them, but they wag their tails with friendly manners as if they see their beloved boss. No! Not with the odd couple! These two dogs will try their best to get out from muzzling, and bark. One of us has to try stops their barking as soon as possible.
The cold war of dogs’ barking has been continued until nowadays. Our friendship with the odd couple never starts and it never will. Because on July Friday 11th the odd man from that house carried the 2 by 4 wood toward to my dogs while dogs ran around in our backyard and barked to him. I ran to the porch and immediately try to stop my dogs’ barking, but it was not fast enough. That barbarian yield at me and my dogs and pointed a wood in his hands to us as if he saw the Viet Kong Spirit stood in front of him (He was the Vietnam War Veteran). He said next time he will KILL my dogs. All the bad words blew out from his mouth; I estimate the word start with “F” and “B” about ten of each. I assume that he must collect these bad words since he was born. I had no choice, so I called polices to calm him down and to let him know that he picked the wrong one to be his easy target. Oh! By the way I want to return all his “F” and ”B” back to his collection because I do not collect these kind of words in my life. God bless you the barbarian.