“Those Dogs” in plain china: national anthology of the best undergraduate writing of 2011
With a house that looks like this, at that price, we knew there had to be a catch.
It’s 2:31 a.m. and this is it.
Those dogs. Barking in Next Door’s backyard. At the moon, the dark, each other. Barking for the fun of it. Barking for barking’s sake. Reveling in their deep pit bull voices, talking to hear themselves talk, scaring my children and Mrs. Number Four’s Pekingese (she says it wedges itself under the armchair). The sound makes my wife grapple with our sheets until she’s awake. She tries the surround sound pillow trick, which won’t work—it never does. Finally she groans and swears and gives up. Keep reading…