The dogs are outside, and I hear a noise. I know that noise; it's the "we're jumping up on the fence and messing stuff up because there's a cat or something equally exciting" noise.

"Hey! Knock it off," I yell in my best "being stern to the dogs" voice.

"What?" says the confused kid from next door, who's apparently moving some stuff around in his yard.

However intentionally, I am officially the Cranky Neighbor Lady. It's that kid's fault for sounding like dogs on a fence.