the more I hear your dog, the more I like my cat.
So.. we have a neighbor. Who has a dog. The dog will not shut up. From what I can tell, the owner is never home much, and just leaves the dog all night long and it barks all night until she gets back. We've called the landlord, but he doesn't do very much. Poor dog.
On Friday when we got home from Bunker, the dog was still barking. By three thirty in the morning, I'd had just about enough of this fuckery, so I walked over to bang on the door, only to find that someone else had already been there. They left a note taped to the door saying something to the effect of "your dog has been barking for the last two hours. Do something about it ASAP!!"
Inspired, I walked back to get some post-its and added an addenda to the door: "Your dog has been barking constantly for the last two months. TRAIN YOUR DAMN DOG."
Coleman one-upped me by leaving another Post-it on my "Mission Accomplished!" stickies, so that his note read "Mission Accomplished! If the mission was to make your neighbors hate your dog." He attached a copy of the Los Angeles County noise ordinance law. I am not a proud woman. But I am tired, and sniffly, and I'd like to sleep now, dammit.
I went by on my way out the next day, and found the the owner had left a note of her own. I don't remember the text exactly, but it was one long run-on sentence that was something like "I will be taking care of my dog ASAP thank you for your unkind and insulting suggestions, typical LA huh? If you have a problem, you should just call me or knock on the door!!!"
My first thought was that I should go get my red pen to proofread it. Second thought was Damn, woman. Defensive much?
1. We don't have your number.
2. You're never home.
3. Los Angeles is responsible for you not bothering to socialize your animal properly? Give me a break. Angelenos treat our pets like furry/scaly/fishy family. We put cute outfits on them and carry them around in designer handbags, for dog's sake.
I went to take a picture when I got back, but sadly, the sign was altered, and replaced with
Turrets? No wonder the dog is unhappy. Unless she means Tourette's? Again, I want to dig out the red pen. But apparently she got the point-- I haven't heard a peep from the dog for two days.
On Friday when we got home from Bunker, the dog was still barking. By three thirty in the morning, I'd had just about enough of this fuckery, so I walked over to bang on the door, only to find that someone else had already been there. They left a note taped to the door saying something to the effect of "your dog has been barking for the last two hours. Do something about it ASAP!!"
Inspired, I walked back to get some post-its and added an addenda to the door: "Your dog has been barking constantly for the last two months. TRAIN YOUR DAMN DOG."
Coleman one-upped me by leaving another Post-it on my "Mission Accomplished!" stickies, so that his note read "Mission Accomplished! If the mission was to make your neighbors hate your dog." He attached a copy of the Los Angeles County noise ordinance law. I am not a proud woman. But I am tired, and sniffly, and I'd like to sleep now, dammit.
I went by on my way out the next day, and found the the owner had left a note of her own. I don't remember the text exactly, but it was one long run-on sentence that was something like "I will be taking care of my dog ASAP thank you for your unkind and insulting suggestions, typical LA huh? If you have a problem, you should just call me or knock on the door!!!"
My first thought was that I should go get my red pen to proofread it. Second thought was Damn, woman. Defensive much?
1. We don't have your number.
2. You're never home.
3. Los Angeles is responsible for you not bothering to socialize your animal properly? Give me a break. Angelenos treat our pets like furry/scaly/fishy family. We put cute outfits on them and carry them around in designer handbags, for dog's sake.
I went to take a picture when I got back, but sadly, the sign was altered, and replaced with
Turrets? No wonder the dog is unhappy. Unless she means Tourette's? Again, I want to dig out the red pen. But apparently she got the point-- I haven't heard a peep from the dog for two days.
