MS 12/15/09: The Dog Must Go
You know what I think a million dollar idea would be? If you were to invent some sort of thing you could feed to, say, a dog somewhere, that would make the dog entirely loose its voice forever, but otherwise wouldn’t harm the dog. Every dog in New York would be given this treat eventually, including the one next door to me now, at my new apartment – the big black one with the white muzzle, who barks every morning from 7:00-8:00am in such a way as to completely penetrate even the most shoved-in of earplugs.
Since nothing like that exists, though, I will probably have to feed this dog poison at some point. Or, someone – not me – will, I mean.
