BARKING DOG

 

EVERY day this week, my neighbour's dog has barked.

Sometimes only for an hour or two, sometimes longer.

Yesterday he barked all day, non stop.  Barked and HOWLED.

It really started to piss me off.

My neighbour knows he barks.  We have texted about it, and I told her it wasn't too bad.

 I lied.

And yesterday I just had enough.  So I sent her a polite text, telling her that her dog had barked all day long, and it was starting to 'bother' me.

I felt I needed to prepare her, or at least give her a chance to stop him SOMEHOW, before I go to the next step.

Which is to lay a complaint with the City Council.

I DON'T WANT TO ... but seriously?  How much barking should someone have to put up with?

He has a very high pitched bark/howl.  And he is outside, on my side of their home.  It is relentless.  I am surprised no one else has complained about him, he is very easily heard from out on the street.

I might even ask the neighbours on the other side of her if they can hear him, and if he bothers them?

I heard back from her last night.  She just said 'Sorry, nothing I can do, I have to go out sometimes'.

I didn't feel that was a very good reply to be honest.

 Do you have any bright ideas on how to handle this?  I've told her it's becoming a problem.  I am contemplating making a formal complaint.

What else can I do, short of killing the fucking dog?  Just joking........  😡😠😖

Change of subject now.

I 'saved' the best photo from last night for today:

ABOVE: Jacqui last night at the pub!  Her glasses got stuck in her hair.  I snapped a photo before helping her get them out.  I can't help myself, a funny photo is worth it.  Sorry Jacqui! 

And that's about it from me for now.

I'm not sure what I will get up to today.  Maybe just sew another braid runner.  

ONWARD...

9.17 am:   And it's already been a very good, productive morning.

I've cleaned out my wardrobes.  And I have a really big basket full of clothes that's going to the Hospice Op Shop this morning.

ABOVE: Top of the pile, and with NO REGRETS, I am getting rid of this dress I never, ever got to wear.

I knew from the word 'GO' it wouldn't get worn.

It's called the "Ha Ha, What a JOKE,  It's never gunna happen" dress.

It was bought for a wedding that we KNEW would never happen.

OVER  A  DECADE  LATER... time to throw it out.

Once I've been to the op shop, I'm going to the Base to buy some warm gloves to wear at market.  I had some lovely pure wool ones, but for the life of me I can't find the damn things anywhere.  Grrrr.

Nevermind, I'm sure I'll find some that are thicker and warmer.

11.47 am:  And I'm home from my little outing.  It felt so good dropping more stuff off at the Op Shop.  

Next week I'm sure I'll have more to take there.  I fully intend making Stew go through his wardrobe next.  He's got shit in his wardrobe that he's had for over 40 years!!!  I kid you not.

I just had my brunch, and am about to head into the front bedroom to make the bed with fresh linens, and sort out what's under it.  It is a bed with a big storage base, so there is quite a bit under it.  I wonder how much will end up going?

TEN... MINUTES... LATER:

ABOVE:  Because I knew it would be so much easier to lift the bed base up without the mattress on, I took the mattress off.  OMG what a heavy shit that mattress is!  

ABOVE: But it was worth it, cos the base was super light to lift up without it on.  And I'm now looking at all that linen thinking, 90% of it can GO.  We never use it.  Why keep it?

The animal print fluffy blanket belonged to my brother, Vern.  I am never getting rid of that.

I was with Vern when he bought that blanket, well over 25 years ago now.  Memories. Sometimes ya just have to hang on to some precious things.  I have been pretty ruthless with a lot of things I've kept for sentimental reasons, but well.... I'm keeping that blanket.

Right, now that I've taken a tiny break... back to it.

ABOVE:  And shit!  I didn't realise just how much was under that bed.

If it's been under that bed since we moved here, and it was under that bed in Cambridge as well, and we didn't use it?  WHY keep it?  That is EIGHT YEARS under a bed.  Nope, it's gotta go.

Well, that very quickly got outta hand!

ABOVE:  Somehow or other I ended up rummaging in the linen cupboards, throwing shit out left, right and centre!

Best find?

ABOVE:  THIS BAG!

ABOVE: I found me MARBLES!  I'm saved from losing my mind.

Everyone can breathe a sigh of relief now.

Gosh I'm having SO MUCH FUN.  

Moving on.  Lacy is calling in later to have a gander at the linen I don't want, before it all goes to the Op Shop on Monday.

BY THE WAY:  Not one peep out of the dog today.  My neighbour must be home.  I will from now on be making a note of every day it barks, and for how long.  I will also video it on my phone as proof.  If it becomes unbearable again, I WILL BE REPORTING it to the City Council.

WOW!  Lacy took about 70% of the linen I was getting rid of!  Yaaa, I don't have to lug it all to the Op Shop.

Though, by the end of the weekend I do anticipate having a full load in my car, ready to donate.

7.31 pm:  And it's another boring Friday night.  Stew is watching Rugby and I'm on my computer, trying to kill time until it's bedtime.

Catch ya tomorrow.