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With a Shot
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My neighbour’s dog misbehaves. She doesn’t respect my routine, the fact that I still come home for lunch. She barks and lunges as though I am headed toward her food dish. I am not. I have no business with her.

I glare, despite knowing direct eye contact is perceived by dogs as confrontational. I glare because I am angry. I am here for solitude. I check personal emails and Facebook; her barking is faint now through the walls, but I hear her while I play Lumosity games and eat my bean burger, which is salty but tastes like nothing. She is not able to get me; she is held back by a fence, and her owner is just inside the door yelling at her to quiet down. She does not attack, but she tears me apart...