Exactly what is he complaining about? Animal noise?

Yea, tell him nicely to F off and go about your business, if he wants to escalate, tell him harshly.

I wouldn’t do any of that, and I would not even approach him, if he approached me it would depend on how civil he was, and that would dictate on how the conversation would go.
One way or another I would let him know that he better mind his business, and not worry about everyone else’s.

The problem with any of the "nonviolent" things that you can do to him, he can do them to you.
You can be firm with him, but he can also be firm with you.
You do not have to go far and lawyers get involved.
A neighborly understanding goes a long ways. Ignoring him helps.

I don't have the time or energy to spend pranking neighbors. Just live your life.

I tried reaching over and weed-eating the fence line that I share with my whack-job neighbor, to see if I could clean up our shared fence line. 'Went about 10 yards and realized it wasn't unfeasible. Hours later I get a text from him telling me to inform him before I "come on his property." (I assume he was checking some camera.) I immediately just called him to actually talk, like a man, and explained to him that I hadn't come on his property. He started crab-crawling and apologizing all over himself. 'Haven't heard a peep from him since, and it was quite a while ago. Nice...and...quiet.

We had “the rooster people” across the road a few years back. They were raising fighting roosters. The problem was that the several dozen roosters crowed constantly all day everyday. It’s not illegal to raise fighting roosters, but it is illegal to sell them. And they had hog dogs and plans to run them. It was a problem. They had come here from East Texas, due to legal issues. I suggested that hog dogs tended to disappear around here and that selling fighting roosters was against the law, and I’d be watching. Finally they went back to East Texas, thank God.

Cue the "East Texas is no different than anyplace else" set.

You should come be my neighbor and I’d let you weed eat my side all you could stand! Weed eaters are the devils tool, I absolutely hate using them.

Yep, they are probably not used to people being direct without being confrontational. Then there are the just plain crazy types, best thing is for all the neighbors to COMPLETELY ignore them.

Let me ask again - what is he complaining about? Makes a difference to know that

Personal problems can be solved by a simple application of HE. If you know then you know.

He borders me on the North side. My Great Pyrenees has no problem climbing the fence. He's ahole enough to shoot my dog. I'd end up in jail on a variety of charges including arson.

He whines about the dogs barking, But the dogs only bark when he, or his stupid little nephew are out close to our back fence. Dogs only doing what they get fed for, to guard my land and house.

Well, barking dogs are annoying as hell.

Weed eaters and all hand earth working tools are proof that the story in Genesis is true and we’re living in a fallen world

I agree with you totally - having to live next door to dogs constantly barking is fun -

One of my friends lived next door to people with dogs and they would bark all night long and there bedroom was right across the fence from the neighbor - they literally had to sleep with ear plugs - ridiculous

Yes, yes they are. My nextdoor neighbor has a little pizz ant mutt that barks at us every time we’re in the back yard not even making a sound. I just yell at him to “shut that f-n mutt up” and he’ll put it back inside. What really pizzes me off is when the mutt is barking and I can smell the a-holes cigarette smoke so I know he’s right there. He doesn’t dare reply! Some people!!

Yeah. People who won’t stop their dogs from incessantly barking are such great neighbors.

Plot twist. As someone who worked a lot of nights and tried to sleep during day. Dogs can be an unending torture. Them and lawn guys.

An exodus from cities to the country during COVID changed a lot of landscapes. You will never know if you can get to a place where you see eye to eye before you talk about it face to face. Most city folks are unaware of how people and things in the country differ from the city. Extend the olive branch and see what happens. You will probably have to be very plain spoken, which is how men should talk to each other anyway. Some adapt and learn to fit in. Some never do. Good luck.

I don’t like to hear mine bark, I have bark collars.

Very wise words.

At the last house, we had neighbors with generations of dogs that would become neurotic with the barking. 'Pretty sure they were picking up the stress inside the house. (Lots of issues, culminating with one of their grown sons committing suicide by cop.) In retrospect, I should have been more direct. Not rude, or vulgar, just direct. They don't seem to understand anything else.

My neighbor has goats and two Pyrennes on 26 acres. If they’re at the front, her male will spend 10-20 minutes barking at me from the other side of the FM road. I mostly ignore it, but I’m not there everyday. It does grate at times.

On the neighbor’s part, he needs to realize that dogs bark, especially guard dogs. If it stops after a few minutes, he needs to get over it.

On your part, you have a working dog in non-working conditions, not the best of choices. You have some ownership in this situation.

I realize your argument will be ‘my land, I get to choose my dog’. His argument is ‘my land, I deserve some semblance of peace.’

Y’all should have a talk and try to reach detante.

In the city, I had a neighbor behind us that had an old blind dog that barked endlessly when we went in the back yard to use the pool. I finally threatened legal action, knowing that wouldn’t work. So finally I said I’d buy a shock collar for the dog, but he said he’d buy it, and he did. But the dog kept barking. I asked if the dog collar was defective, and he said that the dog collar hurt the dog. I said it was my thinking that the hurt was why the dog collar worked, and by the way how do you know it hurt? He said he put it on HIS neck and barked like a dog, and it hurt.

I thought about how I might shoot the dog when they weren’t home, but that was a non-starter (blood, ya know). I did try a few other things, but you dog lovers might be unhappy, so just use your imagination. The old furbag finally died, but it wasn’t my doing.

The guy’s wife asked me one day if I had seen Sissy, their cat. I had not, and had nothing to do with Sissy’s disappearance. The woman said that Sissy had just had a litter, and was suffering from post partum depression, and they had the cat on Prozac.

They were really nice people, but still a bit odd, as you can see.