I seem to spend any time outside doing whatever I'm doing with one hand and my cell phone in the other hand making videos of the yapper. This doesn't make for a very pleasing visual, but the sound is loud an clear. Here's another one I made a few days ago. I'm going out behind the garage to feed a semi-feral cat that I take care of (yes, he's neutered and vaccinated). This cat always hides in the brush on the neighboring vacant lot behind Harley's yard, and Harley can't seem him so he is not barking at the cat, he's barking at Yours Truly as usual. The barking gets more frantic toward the end, and that is the type of barking I endured most of last year when I stepped outside.
It never fails. As soon as the idiot hears me he comes charging to the fence, barking. Sometimes its like a bark a second, sometimes more or less, but it's always bark bark bark rahrahrahrah...
Harley's bark seems to be of a particularly annoying nature. There's something about the sound of his personal bark that is a serious, almost violent, assault on the audio nerves. It's sharp, cuts through the atmosphere like a knife, and echoes across my yard, across the parking lot and field behind my other neighbors' yard, bounces off the brick church on the corner, and proceeds to travel back and forth like this. But I'm sure I'd be equally batty if the tone and octave of his bark was of another nature...say a deep woof woof...since it's just so psychotic and neurotic and frequent.
Sadly, I keep hoping Harley will bark himself to death. I'll tell ya, if I screamed and yelled to the extent that Harley barks I'd surely drop dead.
