The barking started right as my dinner guests were coming in.
If it had just been me, I probably would have ignored it for a while.
But once everyone went quiet between sentences, waiting for the dog next door to stop, the whole apartment felt embarrassed.
It kept coming in waves through the wall.
I texted the landlord and got nothing back.
By dessert, people were joking about whether the dog was staying for the meal.
I laughed, but only because the other option was admitting the whole night had been hijacked.
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