Sometimes when I take a walk, I go by a fenced-in yard with a sign that reads, “Beware of the Dog.”
About that time, I’m accosted by two dogs—one, a scrappy beagle, the other, a poodle-like creature—fully exercising their right to bark (and yap, annoyingly). At that point, I’m scared shitless, imagining one of those dogs jumping up and ripping out my esophagus—if either one could reach it.
I think the sign should read, “Beware of the Bark.”
