ARGHGHGHGHGHGH
They moved in last year. Their millions of children playing in the road I can deal with. The loud blaring music every weekend – annoying, but OK. The outdoor phone conversations spoken at top volume that I can hear every word of? Fine.
But this little monster of a dog that they keep on their front porch that is tormenting my elderly dog with its incessant yapping?
It. Has. Got. To. Stop.
I daydream of kidnapping it and taking it across the state lines and putting it up for adoption. No, I would never actually do that, but I still DREAM about it.
I put my dog out on the deck this morning to see what would happen. This is how it played out:
Yap! Yappity yap yap yap yap!
GGRRRRRWOOF! WOOF WOOF GRRRRRRRRRRR
Yip Yap Yap Yap Yap Yap Yap Yap Yap!
WOOF WOOF WOOF!!!
REPEAT AD NAUSEAM
I finally brought my dog inside and told him to lay down, and he did, such a good boy. Until he drifted off to sleep and forgot that the ding dong yappy dog existed in his life now. He was just about to take a nap when… YAP YAP! YIPPITY YAP YAP!
WOOF WOOF GRRRRRR WOOF WOOF!!
Scared the snot out of me!
I really dislike this little dog and want it to stop. I doubt asking them to do something is going to change its ways? I will try. Or better yet, put one of the other neighbors up to it. Heheheh.
Ida Mitchell 