The Dog Upstairs

The dog upstairs that was driving me nuts appears to be gone. Every move I made, it barked. Sometimes it ran downstairs as I was trying to put the key in my door. Luckily it couldn't break through because it is small and ugly. The few times it has run at me outdoors I have stood my ground. After a few barks, it toddled past me to sniff something. Hypocrite.
It really drives me nuts at night when it hears the slightest creak as I walk across my living room or open a storage door. If I cough or sneeze, that also sets it off. Opening the blinds is another trigger.
But it has been almost a day without any barking. Maybe its owners took it on vacation. Maybe it had a heart attack or stroked out. Not that I'm hoping. Ah, the quiet.

Dog Upstairs

The woman upstairs now owns a large poodle like dog that barks every time I move or come in and out. She is constantly shrieking at her dog like it is a stubborn ten year old. She used to just shriek at the next door condo for making too much noise.
The dog seems to pee where it wants. So far not in the small vestibule, but that is coming. I need to form a strategy. If I confront her, she may sic the beast on me. A large black poodle may not sound intimidating, but I'm assuming first she'll knock me down and then let the dog tear me to pieces. She outweighs me by a lot.
I used to own a dog, a mid sized shepherd, so I am not anti-dog. But I tense up if humans consider their pet the only conversational outlet they have. She says she has a boyfriend, whom I've never seen. This is beginning to worry me.