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Our neighbors have a dog. It is a medium sized, hunting type dog with lots of energy. His name is Gus. Dogs like this need to go out and exercise at least once, but ideally two or three times a day. Another neighbor up the street has a black lab who gets to go on long walks three times a day. We never hear the black lab barking, but we hear the shrill, frantic barking of Gus on a daily basis. Gus gets to go on a walk maybe once a week. At 7:30 in the morning, he is out barking, noontime, nighttime, he is barking. The neighbors tend to put Gus outside and just let him bark his fucking head off. It's not like he's out chasing a frisbee or playing, he's barking because he is bored and anxious and outside while his people are inside. The neighbor's idea of playing with Gus is to skip up and down the driveway once or twice while talking on their cell phone, while Gus chases them. My theory is that they got a dog because it completed their appearance as hip, tree-hugging, hippies. Nothing like having a dog as a fashion accessory!
I have complained in person to them twice. I have called animal control and registered a complaint. I have screamed "shut up!" while inside my house with the windows open. The neighbors will bashfully come outside and politely ask their dog to stop barking, "guuuus, stoooooppp it!" He keeps barking, they shrug their shoulders and go back in the house. It is like Gus is their rude roommate that they don't feel comfortable controlling. Sometimes they will come outside when he is barking and look up and down the street, as if they think Gus's barking must be justified by something. No, you stupid motherfuckers, your dog is just barking. Not at a prowler, not at other dogs running lose in the neighborhood, not at terrorists or supernatural spirits that came floating up from the dankness of your handblown glass bong...he is barking because you are shitty owners who leave him outside, untrained, ignored and bored.
I am 135 pages into my master's thesis. My work space is in a sun room that is several feet away from the neighbor's yard. I am so stressed out and the barking makes me want to throw knives and break glass. It is pushing me over the edge.
I just complained about the barking a little bit ago. The neighbors would not open the door, but came outside afterwards and I opened up a window and complained about the barking. The neighbor guy grinned bashfully and said "sorry."
I am at a loss. I am trying really hard not to be passive aggressive with note writing and bark collar brochures in their mailbox. There is a part of me though, that wants to record the barking, play it back over a megaphone at 6 am some Sunday morning, right outside their bedroom window.
I have complained in person to them twice. I have called animal control and registered a complaint. I have screamed "shut up!" while inside my house with the windows open. The neighbors will bashfully come outside and politely ask their dog to stop barking, "guuuus, stoooooppp it!" He keeps barking, they shrug their shoulders and go back in the house. It is like Gus is their rude roommate that they don't feel comfortable controlling. Sometimes they will come outside when he is barking and look up and down the street, as if they think Gus's barking must be justified by something. No, you stupid motherfuckers, your dog is just barking. Not at a prowler, not at other dogs running lose in the neighborhood, not at terrorists or supernatural spirits that came floating up from the dankness of your handblown glass bong...he is barking because you are shitty owners who leave him outside, untrained, ignored and bored.
I am 135 pages into my master's thesis. My work space is in a sun room that is several feet away from the neighbor's yard. I am so stressed out and the barking makes me want to throw knives and break glass. It is pushing me over the edge.
I just complained about the barking a little bit ago. The neighbors would not open the door, but came outside afterwards and I opened up a window and complained about the barking. The neighbor guy grinned bashfully and said "sorry."
I am at a loss. I am trying really hard not to be passive aggressive with note writing and bark collar brochures in their mailbox. There is a part of me though, that wants to record the barking, play it back over a megaphone at 6 am some Sunday morning, right outside their bedroom window.