I don't mind the sounds of partying in a campground because the pros know how to handle it and the amatuer drinkers usually drop off early. What gets my pisstivity level up is the yappy little tank bag dogs that yip and yap all night like last weekend at Rocket City. Just as I was getting dressed to exit my tent and confront the canine owner, I heard what could only be described as someone drop kicking the little bastard. After one last yelp, the campground went silent and peaceful. Kudos to the brave soul with the swift boot! Don't bring dogs to my rallies and I won't do burnouts in your kennels!