First. My mom and Katie both ran the LA Marathon yesterday...and I'm INSANELY, STUPIDLY proud of them! They were running separately and finished an hour apart. It was so exciting to be in the middle of it all, cheering all the runners to the end. For a brief (I mean, BRIEF) second, I wanted to run too. But I'm not a runner. Hell, I get bored in yoga. Surprisingly, I'm much more of a weighlifting girl, myself.
Anyhow. On to the puppy.
We have noisy neighbors. I've never been shy about that. Across the street we have Stunt Man Eric, who is usually quiet, though a little quirky in his habits (LARGE American flags, littered with Bush/Cheney stickers...Bush/Cheny posters in his garage...Christmas lights year round...the freaky wooden jacuzzi perched on his hillside...and the list goes on.)
To our North, we have Todd and Family. They have a baby and he plays bass. But other than his weekly gardening that involves leaf blowers for hours on end, they're extremely quiet...even when they got a dog last year...quietest dog I've never heard.
But to the South. We have. The loudest. Family of 17. Ever.
OK. Maybe there's not 17 of them. But it sounds like it. They blast music all day, every day. They yell. Their phones are so loud, when we first moved in, we were constantly running across the house to answer, thinking it was ours. Once they had a party that destroyed the neighborhood. The police helicopters came and threatened to arrest them via megaphone. It was fun for me. I just pulled up a chair.
But the one thing I've always THANKED THE HEAVENS for was that they didn't have a dog. Because, folks, if they did, they surely wouldn't take care of it well. It would be outside, I know it. It would be untrained, I know it. We would hear it all night, every night, I know it. So, thank the heavens they don't have a dog.
I think you can see where this is going.
A few minutes ago I heard animal whimpering. At first I thought it was Todd's dog...but this sounded like a puppy. Then I thought it might be a whining kitten...caught in a fence or something. So I decided to check it out because I can't stand the idea of an animal needing help and then just ignoring it.
And, lo. It was a baaaaaaby rottweiler in our neighbor's yard. Sitting by their back door. Crying.
So, like an idiot, I called to her, and petted her through the chain link fence. Clearly, that made her more frustrated. She cried louder and harder than before. So I had to back away. Now I hear her howling and all the dogs in a 5 mile radius are barking along with her.
I sense that life as I know it is finished. THANK GOD we finished the record before the Age of the Puppy began.
I predict a house move in the near future. And I'm oh, so serious.
xo
T.
{Update: The Puppy mysteriously vanished. Haven't seen her since. Now they have cats. Kittens. And these two little creepers entertained me through the fence while I waited for dinner to grill tonight. So. So. So. Cute.}
