Gated communities provide their occupants with a comforting sense of security and safety in numbers. They can also be the cause of major angst resulting from locking human beings with varied tastes into the confined space of a pressure cooker. Add to that the cold and sterile wastelands of WhatsApp estate group chats and you have the makings of a social train smash.
I live in one such gated community. There are dog owners, and there are dog haters in not-so-equal measure in this community. House number X has a dog that chooses to make its presence known only during the magic hours of 10 pm through to about 2 am and singularly drives the neighbour nuts in adjacent house number Y.
