Not well. I have new neighbors below me. They've been here 4 days and have already complained about my dogs to me and to the management. I talked to the manager and they seem to recognize that noise is part of apartment living, unless it's constant. My one dog will occasionally bark when I'm gone to run errands, but otherwise they never make noise. The meeting was cordial and productive.

I told the manager that I'll try to put the dog in the bathroom, which feels like punishment, but maybe it will help. I also told them if that didn't work I would have to give the dogs away. I won't do that. If it comes to that, I'm just going to opt out of life. Maybe allow everyone to rationalize that to themselves. "Yeah, I complained about someone and they took their own life." There will probably be some pride in their voice when they tell that story to friends and family. "High five! I'm awesome!"

Edit: I'm much calmer now. I have probably blown it all out of proportion, and the manager didn't seem too concerned about it. Low self esteem I guess. Playing into being a victim of life. [Deep breath]