A friend of mine in a densely populated residential community in Orange County, CA, very properly and politely asked his neighbor if he could put his small yapping dog in the house on occasion when my friend was entertaining in his well appointed back yard.
The next thing he knew, the dog had been debarked. Now when we sit outside amidst the cool ocean breezes, cigar smoke and some nice port, we hear the sad, squeaky, rasping croaking note of the debarked pooch. It's just so sad...
