But what trick or treat really means for me is 2 hours of incessant dog barking. I. Don't. Feel. Good. I don't want to listen to the dogs bark non-stop. Everything I've tried to get them to stop has failed. I have two large bowls of candy on a chair right next to the door and right under the porch light, yet my doorbell has been rung at least a dozen times. It's bad enough when the dogs bark because they hear people outside, but the doorbell sends them into another tizzy entirely. And once they start barking, they keep going. The kids will be long gone and they're still going at it. I'm cranky, I'm crabby and I don't want to deal with kids or animals tonight.