Making the most of wakeful hours...

Hiya
After a record period of over two months in which my awful downstairs neighbours had been behaving very decently indeed, coming and going at "normal" hours, or coming and going quietly, and after about a month in which their dog did not howl and bark for hours and hours on end at all times of day and night, the Full Moon seems to have brought out their antisocial side again.
At any rate, I was awakened by someone coming in at 01:30am. The dog had evidently been cooped up in their small flat and was now jumping all over the place. The pounding of its paws on their laminate flooring is a sound of thunder, especially in the otherwise perfectly quiet house.
Progress, however, and credit where credit is due: it did not bark, for which much thanks.
Whoever came in took the dog out through the back door, encouraging it loudly to "Go for it, go on, go running!" -- the dog's paws were churning up the gravel beyond the paving slabs -- "go over! Guid gurrl!" -- the "go over" meaning for the dog to jump over the fence.
I could hear the man talking loudly to the dog all the way up the lane, across the burn and over into the houses beyond, and again less than five minutes later, just before he came back into the house.
He is evidently drunk, speaking really loudly to the dog, or to a mate, or on the phone downstairs in his flat -- sometimes I do wish I had Superman's x-ray vision, truly, to see what exactly is going on there!
Things calmed down a bit and I was falling asleep again when five raps coming in quick succession from the direction of the kitchen roused me again, followed by men's loud voices.
Things have now calmed down -- the soft click of the light switch -- but I'm on tenterhooks, totally wired, and exhausted. And disgusted.
Affaire à suivre, I suppose. No rest for the wicked, as they say.
Hope you all who read this can enjoy peaceful, quiet, restful nights.
Oh, and yes, I am aware that I'm moaning, and have much to be grateful for, and that millions of people all over the world never know when the next shots will be fired, or the next bomb will drop on them, or when their loved one will die of AIDS -- I am more than aware of all that, but it doesn't make it right for me to be deprived of sleep by neighbours who behave as if they owned the place (which they don't) and as if they were the only ones to live in this house. Urrrghhhh!