One night our dog suddenly began barking almost every night
at around 3 a.m.
Irritated and sleepy, my husband, Larry, searched the back
yard for what might have disturbed this otherwise peaceful
animal.
For three days he found nothing amiss. When the dog woke up
the neighborhood a fourth night at 3 a.m. with frantic
barking Larry finally snuck around the house through the
alley only to discover our quiet neighbor, the last man
you'd suspect of wrongdoing, throwing pebbles over the fence
at the dog.
My husband demanded to know what he was doing.
"My mother-in-law is visiting," the embarrassed neighbor
explained. "If she gets woken up in the middle of the night
one more time she says she'll leave."
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