I had disagreements with all my neighbors about my dogs. I had a disagreement with myself about my dogs. They were noisy.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I grew up in a house with dogs. We always had dogs. We always had a bunch of dogs, actually.
If dogs could talk, perhaps we would find it as hard to get along with them as we do with people.
When neighbours interact with each other, it is only natural that sometimes they will run into problems of some kind or another. As long as they respect each other, properly manage differences, and pursue mutual benefits, there will be harmonious sound instead of jarring noises.
I have disagreements with some and more agreements with others. But that doesn't mean I cannot listen to those I disagree with.
Disagreement is something normal.
My dog was with me all the time. I talked to my dog. She was my best buddy. I shared all my secrets with her, but I don't think I every really tried jokes out with the dog.
I am as confounded by dogs as I am indebted to them.
Dogs who live in each other's company are calm and pragmatic, never showing the desperate need to make known their needs and feelings or to communicate their observations, as some hysterical dogs who know only the company of our species are likely to do.
A lot of times, I walk down the street and listen to people argue, and then I write a song about it.
Nothing makes you more tolerant of a neighbor's noisy party than being there.