The barking had gone on all night, and Mackenzie couldn't sleep. The lack of sleep wasn't what caused her to take sure drastic action, though. It was the incessant noise. You can be awake for a long time, and it might be hard, but being awake without being able to think will drive your sanity away. So, Mackenzie took action.
She put on her robe and slippers, went downstairs, and as she passed the garage, she grabbed the first heavy blunt object she could find: a hammer. This will do she thought. Mackenzie went out the back door and across the alley to the house with the barking dog. Snow fell on her, and the cold chilled her feet numb, but she had only one thing on her mind: the barking must stop.
The single back porch light illuminated the back year enough to find the creature, but she would have found it by the noise alone. "Time to quiet you up" she murmured, as she approached the dog. She grabbed the animal and dragged it to the corner of the yard, by an old pile of scrap wood. She paused, stared it in the eyes, and it still continued barking. So, she swung. Bark! She swung again. Bark!
She continued swinging her hammer, over and over, unable to bear the barking any longer. And with every swing the dog continued to bark. Eventually she reached her final blow, and she struck it with finality. This was it. The barking would end.
The dog gave one last, raspy bark after she swung the hammer the final time, then with a shiver, he entered his new doghouse. Mackenzie found an old blanket with which to cover the poor animal, then returned home to finally get some rest.
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