I finally met Stanley, the dog next door. Turns out all my barking was really for nothing. He's actually quite friendly and means me no harm. And he clearly recognized that I was in charge. Probably because I told him so... loudly and repeatedly. When I went over to meet him, he rolled over onto his back. You try barking at a dog when he's rolled over on his back right in front of you.
So maybe, just maybe, Stanley and I can be friends. I'm going to try. And believe me, I know that I'm the problem here. But it looks like we have complementary personalities so things might work out well. His lack of sudden movements goes well with my constant nervousness and jitteriness. I'll keep you posted.
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