All that barking you would think you were being abused. Thinking your owners didn’t treat you right but I know that’s not true. They have lived next door to me since I was a little kid and so have you. Everyday I see Jan come out and feed you, and then I see Frank taking you on walks but it never seems to be enough for you.
What’s got you all riled up dog? The constant need to be heard and frightened for no reason at all.
Aren’t you worried you’ll lose your voice? Suddenly your throat will just give out from all of that loud ruckus and you won’t even be able to moan.
What will become of you then?
Would it kill you to be calm and collected for one day so I can get some peace?
There is nothing out there to harm us in this neighborhood, and even if there was you would never harm a soul; we all know you Charlie. You’ve got a hell of a bark, but what’s a bark without the bite?