writing styles and barking dogs, for Thanksgiving

This just came from student Jari - enter a block of your prose and it'll tell you whom your writing style resembles. I pasted in the first newly-rewritten paragraph of my memoir, and it said I write like
JAMES JOYCE.

Fine with me.

http://iwl.me/

And here is a Thanksgiving treat for you, sent by my dear friend Patsy, on Gabriola Island, who empathizes with my dog problem - the dog next door howling and barking when it's alone.

Another Reason Why I Don’t

Keep a Gun in the House

The neighbours’ dog will not stop barking.

He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark

that he barks every time they leave the house.

They must switch him on on their way out.

The neighbours’ dog will not stop barking.

I close all the windows in the house

and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast

but I can still hear him muffled under the music,

barking, barking, barking,

and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,

his head raised confidently as if Beethoven

had included a part for barking dog.

When the record finally ends he is still barking,

sitting there in the oboe section barking,

his eyes fixed on the conductor who is

entreating him with his baton

while the other musicians listen in respectful

silence to the famous barking dog solo,

that endless coda that first established

Beethoven as an innovative genius.

                                                Billy Collins