The black dog

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There was a black dog that lived on my street. I never liked that dog. It barked too much. It never lets me sleep. I always found that dog so irritating and such a burden. I wish the neighbors would take better care of it. I wish it would stop bothering me.
The dog was a black lab. It was a bulky male. It was strong and had a low pitched bark. Since its voice was so low it could carry easily. That was quite unfortunate for me. I wasn't able to sleep much because of how much it would bark at night. I hated it.
I had gone over to the neighbors house many many times to ask them about it. The neighborhood always called me crazy. I wasn't crazy, just bothered. Nobody else seemed to be bothered by the barking, nobody but me. I found it irritating when people would laugh at me as I complained. I would start to talk about the barking and how I couldn't get any sleep and they would always point and laugh, calling me "The crazy old man."
It got so annoying. I knew I wasn't crazy. It was that dog. It was all that dog's fault. I am not crazy. I was going to kill that dog. I swore i would. Once the dog was gone all my problems would go away. I was going to kill it but I wasn't sure how to go about it.
Night fell and the dog started to bark again. I was so tired of it, I got my gun. I went outside, walked over to the neighbors house and shot the dog.
"Ow! What the hell was that?!" I screamed in pain.
I looked down at my chest. There was a hole? A bullet wound? I swore I had shot that dog. I grabbed my chest to try to stop the blood. I looked around myself, where was i? There was no dog but I swore I had seen one..where did it go? There was no house either? It was just an empty lot. I sat down on the ground because of how weak I became. I saw my house down the street. I knew I was in my neighborhood but where was the house? Where was the dog?
I soon bled out. My remains were found lying in a puddle of my blood. The ambulance wasn't able to get to me in time. Soon after there was a house moved into where I had died with that exact same dog i thought i had shot.

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