Tuesday, October 18, 2011

I know murder is wrong, but what if it's a dog?

I have neighbors behind me. They moved in a couple of months after we bought the house. They have a little yippy dog, which I've never seen, but I imagine looks like this:


To say I hate this animal would be an understatement. Actually, no, I guess who I really hate is the neighbors. Who let their stupid yippy dog yip, yip, yip ALL. NIGHT. LONG.


It's yipping now, as a matter of fact, and has been yipping incessantly since I made my daughter's breakfast over half an hour ago. I guess that wouldn't be so bad if that were the first I'd heard the dog barking today, but no -- it rang in midnight with 15 minutes of non-stop barking. I get to go confront the neighbor today. (Jealous?) I'm telling you this because you always run the risk of being chopped up and murdered by neighbors you've never met. I go dark for a few days, send in the cavalry!

xoxo,