Except she IS a Demon Dog, at least when it comes to barking at people!
It's so hot here right now that there's just no closing the windows at all, and I can totally hear her all the way at my place, every time someone approaches either of the gates down there--the enormous GAAAHH-ROWOWOWOWOWOWOWWWFF
that goes on for what seems like a year. I'm sure it totally rattles the windows of the building right next to the lot. And since the Saint Bernard and his little Yorkie brother moved in just catter-corner from the lot, it's turned into this sort of J.S. Bach fugue kind of thing, in three part harmony: GAAAHH-ROWOWOWOWOWOWOWWWFF
GOOROO GOOROO GOOROO (the St. is sort of f Tom Selleck tenor)
KIYI KIYI KIYI KYI (the Yorkie must have trained with the Vienna Boys Choir)GAAAHH-ROWOWOWOWOWOWOWWWFF
GOOROO GOOROO GOOROO
KIYI KIYI KIYI KYI..
You know, being dogless isn't quite as sad at 3 am, when you're not the one who's going to have to shut them up.