I had a very bad experience with a barking dog, so I am extremely leary of the problem
The flat next door to me in Valencia was home to a depressive alcoholic who had a dog she never let out of her flat - never. The stench was indescribable. This dog was, on account of its owner, literally barking mad. It was insane. It barked and howled non-stop for as long as she was not at home, which could be 24-36-48 hrs at a time.
The woman had colon cancer. After endless complaints about the noise, she took to drugging it before she went out drinking, presumably with her medication, because all would go quiet of 6-8 hrs. Then, as it gradually came to, it would start barking again, until it was back to full hysterical pitch.
Two years of misery only solved by her death.
There are two dogs on chains in Placy-Montaigu, about 1 km away. They are non-stop barkers but just far enough away to not be irritating or worse. The neighbours are afraid of the owner because he is a large man of violent tendencies.
I was warned off a property on my faves list by the agent - “Problem dog next door”. I was amazed at this revelation.
As for those figures - every flat in Spanish cities has ‘a rat on a string’. I was surprised at the number of dogs in the city. They just love them - tiny chihuahuas and micro Jack Russells. These dogs are usually allowed to occupy the balconies of flats, where they rocket up and down, barking furiously at every passer-by, even from 5-6-7 stories up.
I had one opposite and one floor down. It’s very tedious but the Spanish are renowned for tolerating absurd levels of noise.
But a dog and its owner gave my one of my Cartier-Bresson ’ decisive moments’
This guy keeps himself to himself, I think.