Stop it, Raven.

"To the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee."
That's right, I just quoted Moby Dick.  Fine... Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan[image error].  I'm a geek, get over it.
Raven.  The bane of my existence.  The German Shepherd next door. The hellhound that haunts my dreams.  Barking, day and night, never giving me a moments rest.  Never allowing me to write.  Why do you hate me?
This freaking dog never, ever, stops barking.  Her owners are retired, so they're home all day, and leave their dog in the backyard A LOT.  Raven barks at other dogs, people, herself, trees, grass, flies, her own piles of crap, ghosts, air, and the baby Jesus.  Do her owners make her stop?  Of course not.  It's much more fun to watch my sanity erode.
She barks.  They tell her to stop.  Bark. "Stop." Bark. Stop. bark. stop. barkstop. barkstop brkstp bksp bp
Looking out the window of my office, I can actually see her looking at my house.  She barked at it as I typed this.  She's watching me.  She's barking at me.