not one of my finer moments...
Yesterday was not a great day…in fact, yesterday might not even qualify as a good day.
After a really long day at work, I get to sit in my daily traffic, and go to the gym. When I get home, while I’m making dinner, I hear it.
...Those...fucking...dogs...
My neighbor 2 houses down has these 2 dogs which, when they bark, it sounds like someone is strangling them, or stepping on them. Shrill, loud, and relentless. We’ve put up with this for years, but last night, I hit a breaking point.
I flew out the front door (donned in a tshirt and sweats, no less), and walked over to her house. Because the woman has a gated patio area as her entry way, there’s no way I can knock on the door. There’s also no doorbell in which to ring. So I have to yell over the dogs (who are now going fucking ballistic) “IS ANYONE HOME?!” this old woman comes outside, and I have to yell, not only because I’m angry, but the damn dogs are right in my face, and she’s standing in her doorway, which is a good 12 feet away.
Things don’t go according to plan. I don’t think I had a plan. My hands were shaking, but I was pissed. I asked her if there was anything she could do about her dogs.
Long story short, I basically ended up yelling at this woman, and threatening to call the cops, because her dogs would not shut up.
She yelled back at me, so don’t go thinking that this is some frail woman (a question my mom asked, with a smirk on her face) who I was threatening. No threats were issued (although, I would have loved to tell her that her precious dogs are the demon spawn from hell, and I’d love to send them back there), unless you count my saying “alright, well you’re getting the cops called on you tonight”. That’s more of a statement than a threat…right?
Anyways, I didn’t call the cops. I did try to call the city of HB’s line for “barking and aggressive dogs”, but the line was disconnected. I wrote down a few numbers for my mom to call in the morning (SPCA, city of HB, and a few others).
I could not stop thinking about this incident all night. While eating (my now cold) dinner…while watching TV…I felt like shit, because I didn’t want to yell at anyone, but I wasn’t thinking clearly. My moods tend to run hot and cold (as a true Geminis can attest to). I more or less forced Geoff to talk to me and tell me stories in order to get my mind off of it.
So, I feel like a bully, and “that neighbor” that no one wants to be. And just genuinely bad. I don’t know how to fix it, short of writing a letter and telling her I didn’t mean to yell, but goddamnit her dogs drive me crazy.
Oh, I was also convinced that SHE had called the cops on me, and every single sound I heard in the front yard was them walking up to the front door.
I think I need to pick up yoga...or a bottle of wine.
After a really long day at work, I get to sit in my daily traffic, and go to the gym. When I get home, while I’m making dinner, I hear it.
...Those...fucking...dogs...
My neighbor 2 houses down has these 2 dogs which, when they bark, it sounds like someone is strangling them, or stepping on them. Shrill, loud, and relentless. We’ve put up with this for years, but last night, I hit a breaking point.
I flew out the front door (donned in a tshirt and sweats, no less), and walked over to her house. Because the woman has a gated patio area as her entry way, there’s no way I can knock on the door. There’s also no doorbell in which to ring. So I have to yell over the dogs (who are now going fucking ballistic) “IS ANYONE HOME?!” this old woman comes outside, and I have to yell, not only because I’m angry, but the damn dogs are right in my face, and she’s standing in her doorway, which is a good 12 feet away.
Things don’t go according to plan. I don’t think I had a plan. My hands were shaking, but I was pissed. I asked her if there was anything she could do about her dogs.
Long story short, I basically ended up yelling at this woman, and threatening to call the cops, because her dogs would not shut up.
She yelled back at me, so don’t go thinking that this is some frail woman (a question my mom asked, with a smirk on her face) who I was threatening. No threats were issued (although, I would have loved to tell her that her precious dogs are the demon spawn from hell, and I’d love to send them back there), unless you count my saying “alright, well you’re getting the cops called on you tonight”. That’s more of a statement than a threat…right?
Anyways, I didn’t call the cops. I did try to call the city of HB’s line for “barking and aggressive dogs”, but the line was disconnected. I wrote down a few numbers for my mom to call in the morning (SPCA, city of HB, and a few others).
I could not stop thinking about this incident all night. While eating (my now cold) dinner…while watching TV…I felt like shit, because I didn’t want to yell at anyone, but I wasn’t thinking clearly. My moods tend to run hot and cold (as a true Geminis can attest to). I more or less forced Geoff to talk to me and tell me stories in order to get my mind off of it.
So, I feel like a bully, and “that neighbor” that no one wants to be. And just genuinely bad. I don’t know how to fix it, short of writing a letter and telling her I didn’t mean to yell, but goddamnit her dogs drive me crazy.
Oh, I was also convinced that SHE had called the cops on me, and every single sound I heard in the front yard was them walking up to the front door.
I think I need to pick up yoga...or a bottle of wine.