Night Terrors
We lived under some horrible people for eight months. They would have parties in the middle of the week till 2 or 3 am regularly. Their girl, who was around 10 or 12 years old, was having regular night terrors. She would wake up screaming. We lived in the basement and their bedrooms were on the second floor, so there was a whole story between us.
We could hear the dad stomping down the hallway. He slammed open the door to start screaming at the top of his lungs, “You better knock that off! Stop crying you brat! They’re nothing but dreams! You hear me? Dreams! It’s nothing worth crying over!” Worst neighbors ever. We never felt sorry that our dog barked all day. He hated them.
When their kids started crying our dog started to cry, whine, and howl in sympathy. But the adults he would bark and snarl at. Our dog loved people of all ages. I could trust his instincts of a good human.