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The fraternity house behind my old apartment building had a little yippy dog. I didn't really mind it. I just kinda blocked out his barking, but it drove my roommate crazy. I jokingly told her that she should buy one of those dog whistles and use it everytime the dog barks. That way, it'll bother the dog but the guys won't hear it and won't know what she's doing, and after a few times, maybe the dog would learn to associate his barking with a painful, high-picked whistle. My roommate never did get a dog whistle. She just continued to complain about the dog for the rest of the semester.
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