Throughout my life, I haven’t changed my place of residency quite often. I have only changed my place once because of my job. Now, I live in Nashville. I am quite fond of my present place of residency and neighbourhood because of a couple of factors. The main reason that I am fond of this neighbourhood is that it is safe from criminals. The Nashville authorities keep a strict check on adherence to the rules, regulations, and residential services. The street of my residential place has always been nicely cleaned and paved, reflecting posh and rich vibes. The roses and lilies are planted on the sides of the roads, making the street more vibrant and enticing. All the neighbours are very respectful, friendly, and considerate of not disturbing or making unnecessary noise for others. Whenever I come out of my house for a walk, I feel peaceful and welcomed by my considerate neighbours and serene environment. However, one day, I jumped out of my sofa and heard a horrible dog barking sound. The sound of barking and snarling continued for about ten minutes. It seemed like that dog was rabid. When my patience level broke, I came out of the house to check upon the reason. I came to know that Mr. Harrison, who lives next to my house, has bought a new dog. The dog was not adjusting to the new environment and was profusely barking at everything and everyone. Everyone from their houses came out to inquire about the dog and the noise which was disturbing them.
Mr Harrison was also upset about the dog’s behaviour and for disturbing others. It was getting dark, and the cold wind was leaving a tingling sensation on my skin. I advised Mr Harrison to take the dog inside their house and mingle with him. When Mr Harrison took the dog inside the house, the situation was mitigated, and we all went to our houses. The next day, Mr Harrison sent the dog away to his parent’s house. The neighbourhood felt at peace again.
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