Listening to the Voices in My Head

A friend knocked on my window shortly before 9am asking for help with a neighbor.  Turns out their breeding bitch managed to slip her lead, escaped from the back yard, and her puppies were squirming through the fence/gate to get  to her. 

CODE RED!  Went to the neighbors yard, gathered up and held puppies (so CUTE Awww PUPPIES!!!), while dog sitter chased down momma dog, and put her back on her lead.

Then, scooped up the wriggly Houdini  puppies, put them in a container and pinned up heavy mats over the gate, and placed other things to prevent them from escaping again.

Give them another week, and they won't be able to squeeze out, but for now, it will keep them in their yard and safe.

PUPPIES!! Soooo CUTE!!!

For the 2nd morning in a row, I was woken up by what sounded like either two huge dogs fighting, or a human being mauled by a dog. This morning, however, I was more appropriately dressed, ran out to get high power hose to separate the dog from either other dog or from human.

Turns out that it was just the rude rubes across the street, and their dogs were roaming loose. When I pointed this out to the 'adult' woman, she let loose with a string of epithets most fitting in the movie FULL METAL JACKET, informing me her dogs were not roaming loose (disregarding the fact that her dog was in my yard about 10 feet from me, and even Jean said "Yes, your dogs are roaming about." pointing to their dog up in my yard), and her precious off spring was no better. He told said "Shut the f**k up, you f**king c**t, or I will shut you the f**k up."

Ok, I went out there to help what sounded like someone being mauled by a dog, and then getting his crap from this pipsqueak? I got steamed... I said "Oh bring it, buckwheat!" He repeated his sentiments, again with the threats. "Jump froggy, I could use a new house."

He came over all indignant and pugnacious, and Doug, neighbor next door stepped up and told the twerp (Isaac) that yes, your dogs are roaming. That yes, this was 2nd day in a row. And that his choices in conversational skills were lacking.

I called the police, and reported him for threatening, and I will be calling the Melville Rangers about their dogs roaming. She claimed the little dog living next door is what made their BIG dogs charge through a door, cuz the little doggie was threatening theirs. Fine, tell it to the rangers and let them sort it out.

Doug told me I was in the right on this, as was everyone else who thought someone was being hurt. I miss the nice elderly lady who lived there. These people have all the money of the Beverly Hillbillies, but none of the charm.

After weeks of listening to that yapping machine of a neighbors dog, barking incessantly from 8am until after 7 pm almost every f&&king day, I lost it. Not in some major going nuclear.

I went to my bedroom window which looks out into our back yard, which is abutted by theirs, and yelled "Would you PLEASE quiet your DOG!"

Suddenly, blessed silence ensues.

If I have to do this every damned day, I will. I have had enough stress headaches that have blossomed into migraines from this constant nuisance.

I finally got an email back from the rangers concerning the nonstop barking dog. I guess me sending them constant updates about the dogs' continuous barking every 15 minutes to every hour, filling their email folder finally got their notice.

I am not being bitchy, truly I'm not. But I was stuck for 6 weeks flat on my back recovering from spinal surgery listening to that effing dog barking day in day out. Trying to rest when I had the flu, and that dog barking non stop. The dog would bark no matter what, every day.

Blessed silence is ever so nice. I don't want them to get rid of their dog, but to educate themselves and to school their dog to proper behavior