I love animals, especially dogs. But if I could have gotten my hands on the one in our apartment block that woke me up barking at 11:45 last night, I honestly could not vouch for its condition this morning. Though in the light of day, I know it's really the owner (who either wasn't home or didn't care) who deserves my wrath.
Our building is one of four connected to each other on a square block so as to form a courtyard in the center. This courtyard is not particularly large and sound tends to bounce off the buildings and become amplified, which is why there are some fairly strict rules about noise after certain hours at night. (Clearly this dog had not read said rules.)
It's still warm enough to have the windows and balcony doors partially open at night, and our bedroom window faces the courtyard, so I've heard this dog before, but usually just a yap or two as it's taken out for a late-evening walk. On this occasion, however, the barking was more or less constant, except when the dog would pause so that another hound in the next block could bark back. I kid you not.
I endured this "canine conversation" for 15 minutes before getting up and closing all the windows and doors on the courtyard side of the apartment, which was the only point where Dr Darling so much as stirred. (I envy her for that.) But even with apartment closed up I had to put a pillow over my head to be able to get back to sleep.