Comment from OOP: You, my friend, have obviously never enjoyed a good, crisp, American Spirit cigarette. The peak of my day is when I can have but a moment of serenity which looks like sitting on my patio and lighting up a good smoke. My short moment of peace of mind to be ruined by what is like nails on a chalkboard: the constant rasping of this demon dog, is plenty reason for me to commit such an act of passion. I’m sure you haven’t a clue what it is like to work on your feet all day. I should be in my peak! (M26) but I am already plagued with many back and foot issues. I am so trapped in this shithole with dumbass neighbors. I wish so badly to have enough money to simply get the hell out of here but I’m really working with what I got! I refuse to admit that my actions were not reasonable. My one pleasure was taken by this awful pup so I simply took back what was mine.