Doesn’t this sum it up perfectly.

You live in a quite neighbourhood.

You like your neighbours. They like you.

You like your sleep at night. They do, too.

Then there’s your pooch.

He doesn’t care whether your neighbours or you like each other, or your sleep

Sometimes, just sometimes… he goes off his head in the middle of the night!

Burglar? No. A strange dog? No. Rabbit, Squirrel, Cat? Nup.

Walk the house, walk the yard, walk the street. You find… nuttin’.

Back at home… is there a smug, self-satisfied look on your pooch’s face?

Yup!