True story from my childhood. One 4th of July, our beloved dog Amber ran away from home. The fireworks had scared her and she bolted. The next 4th of July she came back home. Obviously she had spent a year with some family that had provider her with love and care. It was good that she came back to us yet sad for whoever had taken care of her for a year. It's remarkable that she found her way back to us a year later.
What you're describing is summed up in four words:
bad, irresponsible pet owners (I won't call them 'pet parents' because these types definitely are not

). What you're blaming on the dogs is actually the fault of the
owners.
I had multiple Great Danes for decades, and never had so much as one complaint about smell, barking, or anything else. In fact, my dogs were absolutely beloved in my neighborhood and, in my beautiful Freddie's case, at work. Of course, they were LOVED and well-cared for, living in the house like the rest of the family, and properly trained.
It's sad to take revenge on innocent animals. They're barking and stinking up the place because their
owners don't take care of them properly. If you want to exact revenge, it should be with the owners. A nasty note in their mail perhaps?
They are far from innocent.
These rotten creatures get loose all the time and harrass people and kill other animals.
The stupid owners- and I WILL call them 'pet parents'- because that is the nonsensical thinking that has made things this way- the idea that these flea bags of noise and filth are better than or equal to people- do nothing to stop the turd burglers from killing 6 of our chickens and the rooster, and now a duck as well.
As for 'something in the mailbox' somehow a dead, mangled chicken found its way in there.
It is ridiculous.
I cannot even work on bicycles anymore, as if you try to ride at all you will be attacked by one of these worthless yardsharks.
A customer recently didn't make it even a block away.
I rarely ride, but when I do I carry a knife, a ball bat, a gun, and a can of wasp & hornet killer.
I tried pepper spray, it is useless and the ground demons just come back for more.
Wasp & hornet spray shoots an accurate stream for 20 - 30 feet and is much cheaper.
Do I care if Mr.Pibbles gets a mouthful of poison foam?
No.
I was attacked.
If someone wants to raise an animal to human level, then the animal must also be responsible for its actions.
The bat is mostly to ward off the owners, who somehow can't seem to mind their mangy beasts until I have to protect myself.
Then they blame me, like somehow it's my fault.
No, these beasts and people are not sane, and so cannot be dealt with.
After spine surgery, my ol'lady had to recuperate at home- and a stupid, worthless yardshark barked for 16 hours straight.
Neither one of us could get any sleep.
It literally started at around 11PM.
I screamed out the window, a mixture of threats and obscenities.
I had lost my marbles over this dumpsterwolf.
The owner of course threatened me right back.
But did he shut the damn dog up?
If course not!
Called the cops, thry said to call Animal Control.
Called Animal Control, and they said to call the cops.
I called and called, and finally they came out.
I was watching as they went to the house.
Dog was going nuts, non-stop barking as usual.
Animal Control claimed to not hear the dog, and said that I needed to get at least three more neighbors to sign affidavits.
Well, almost all of them own dogs, and those that don't cower from those that do.
I, however, will not cower, and if I feel the urge to light off fireworks then I will.