So, I’m in Wilmer Park and I fall into conversation with that big male, kind of a mutt but fun, who’s over on Cannon Street. I bark. He barks. I bark. He barks. I bark. He barks. Then one of those Water Street bitches has to butt in, like they do. She barks. He barks. I bark. He barks. She barks. I bark. She barks. I—
“@&#-#$%@ it, TALLULAH, shut the %^&$#K+,” The Voice From On High. I hate it when that happens. Can’t we all just get along?
Apparently not, when Chestertown’s got all these ordinances. Here’s one: “A dog which disturbs the peace and quiet of any neighborhood in an inhabited area by excessive barking. . .or depositing excretory matter on property other than that of the owner shall be deemed a nuisance.” Well excuuuse me.
Now, though, things are getting balanced, dog-human. The Town Council last week passed a noise ordinance setting a fines of $500 for people’s noise above 65 decibels in daytime and 55 decibels at night, that can be heard more than 50 feet, which is “generated by altercations, parties, social events, rallies, meetings or other celebrations. . .”
Fair’s fair, says I.
Nancy Robson says
I agree. Fair’s fair. And we need to practice at least a little live and let live if it doesn’t carry on like a Wagner opera. It’s mostly the nighttime, stuff, Tallulah. I got up last night at 2am with Rose, our lab, for her inopportune call of nature (**&%^$), but when I came back in and tried to go back to sleep, the cute little yapper next door started up on auto-bark. I won’t say anything to my neighbor because I have dogs too, who aren’t all that considerate all the time. And I do understand that sometimes a dog’s just gotta bark. The Boompa cars (booming bass) that sit outside are another matter for me tho. I wanna wreck havoc on what’s left of their eardrums!