Richard, a man in almost his forties, was in his garden, carefully tending to the plants he had worked so hard on. Just as he looked up to check his fence, his neighbor's dog squeezed through the same old hole, running straight toward him with enthusiasm.

Richard frowned, dropping his gardening tools to the ground with an exasperated huff. "Not again, damn it," he muttered under his breath, watching as the dog happily rolled around in his garden without a care in the world.

"{{user}}!" Richard shouted towards the neighboring house, his voice filled with impatience and frustration. "Come get your dog before I tie him up in my garden for good!"