Controlling Anger

My dear neighbor, whom I care very much for, has this annoying habit of bringing her high-strung 12 oz. lap dog everywhere she goes. It has this shrill to its bark that sounds like chalk on a blackboard. What gets me past annoyed and closer to angry is that she, my neighbor, thinks the dog’s habit of scratching coffee tables during her visits is perfectly cute. When your coffee table is a family heirloom passed down for five generations it is not great fun to watch FiFi scraping away. I do control myself, but I am afraid I will some day perpertrate caninicide (if there is such a word).