My morning walk takes me within a few blocks of a grade school just when the school-day morning traffic is at its heaviest. So I try to avoid the traffic by going up alleys as much as possible. This brings me into contact with dogs in back yards. Among the more colorful personalities I meet there:
Patch, so called because he's a light-colored dog with a darker patch around one ear and eye. His appearance and demeanor would have a certain goofy charm, were it not for the fact that he's one of the loudest and most aggressive dogs around. Since his yard is on a corner, I have to walk around two sides of it to approach and use the alley. He barks from the time he sees me until the time I get past his turf, and he's so loud it just about gives me a headache. Mornings when he happens not to be out are always nice.
Snorty, who lives on the alley near Patch. Snorty's bark isn't loud enough to be too annoying. He snorts with every breath he takes. Over time this has gotten less pronounced. Maybe he's had his sinuses worked on?
Down another stretch of alley we have Shorty, Pipsqueak, and Spot. Shorty is the biggest, which isn't saying much. He has stumpy legs, like he may have some corgi in him. Pipsqueak has a cute little bark that is unfortunately often drowned out by Shorty. Spot acts like he doesn't really care that much about barking as I pass. There's also a cat in the yard that seems to coexist well with the three dogs. It has been long enough since I saw them last that I'm beginning to suspect that they might have moved. I kind of miss them.
Further down that alley we have two tiny dogs that dutifully yap at me whenever I pass. Lately the more aggressive of the two has taken to snarling in a startlingly vicious manner. Were he a human acting that loud and aggressive, I would suspect drug use. At any rate, they're the kind of little dogs whose efforts to protect their turf you just can't take seriously. They and Spot must have the most well-vented spleens in town.
Once in a while I see a Great Dane in one back yard. He doesn't bark all that much, but a Great Dane is something that's just hard to ignore. I once overheard him being called "Prince." If he's a prince from Denmark, wouldn't it be more appropriate to name him Hamlet?