One day I am going to kill my neighbors dog. When they aren't looking, I'm going to sneak up their driveway, grab the little white yapping fluffball piece of crap and stuff him in a plastic garbage bag. Sounds a little harsh, no? Well, it's either him. Or me. I slept with my window open for the first time last nite. And how was I woken up? Bolt upright in my bed, near heart attack. On weekdays it's 630am. Hell, do I even need an alarm clock? Nope. Well, this is not going to happen all summer, let ME tell YOU. Ok, ok. So maybe not a gun, or a garbage bag. Perhaps some aresenic on a slab of meat. Though that meat would be the size of his fluffy rat body. Maybe I'll send my rabbit over to bite out his bark box. Attack. < / rant >