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Stationed in Germany many years ago,
my barracks room faced out towards the Kraut equivalent of a junkyard.
Complete with a junkyard dog.
Dogg-rick was clearly trained to hate US service members.
When locals walked by he remained silent
but if a GI went down the sidewalk he'd bark at them the whole time.
If the pedestrian was non-white, Dogg-rick went completely berserk.
Even with the window closed his barking would keep me awake.
I was assigned the night shift so slept in the afternoons and early evening.
The last straw happened one day when I awoke to the most frantically insane barking ever.
There were two little girls in their Sunday dresses holding hands, too afraid to pass by the fence.
And they happened to be black.
>Dogg-rick Must Go.
I got a refillable spray bottle, put oven cleaner and paint stripper in it.
(meanest shit I could find in the supply closet)
After sundown on my night off I took a little walk with the bottle tucked inside my jacket.
I sprayed the dog point blank on the nose which totally enraged him,
snarling and biting the chain link fence, allowing me to empty the rest on him.
As I double-timed it out of there he was already coughing and rubbing his face.
Back on the Kaserne I slam dunked the sprayer into a dumpster and returned to my room.
It was quiet the rest of that evening.
But when I hung my head out the window and listened real hard I could hear a soft moan:
Ooooooooo... Ooooooooo... Ooooooooo... Ooooooooo...
His replacement never barked at all.
