QUICK VENT!
This is what they do at 6:30 or 7 a.m. every morning … for hours and hours:
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And then again a few hours later. Or whenever they’re bored. Which is a lot since they are just hanging out in the courtyard, which is mere feet from our bedroom window, all day and night, seemingly every day and night for the past week or so.
The other night they were at it at midnight and then again at 2:30 or 3 in the morning. Then again at 7. I marched my sleepy-eyed preggo self over there and rang the doorbell twice, then walked around to the back to see if the neighbor’s car was there. It wasn’t. I haven’t seen it there for days. Is she out of town? Did she leave her dogs out in the yard while she’s out of town? Is something wrong? Lesley suggested she might be dead in there, which honestly never crossed my mind (and usually I love to imagine the gruesomest scenario) but could be true. We haven’t called the cops yet because I’m trying to be diplomatic and talk to her about this before trying to get others to intervene, but I can never catch her home. So what’s my recourse? A note on the door? Don’t worry, it won’t be anonymous. I just found her phone number online. Am I going to have to call her? God, I need a shot of whiskey first.
I work nights so 7 a.m. is like my 3 a.m. It’s an unreasonable time to fuck with me. But, you know, it would be an unreasonable time to fuck with someone with a day job too.
It’s already tough to sleep through the night but around 7 a.m. is when I am actually getting a couple or three hours of consecutive, pee-free sleep. Having bored dogs howling at rustling leaves and passing joggers jolts me out of the one REM cycle I get every night and makes it incredibly difficult to function for the rest of the day. I can deal with it occasionally — dogs are dogs and they bark, I get it — but it has been every day, all day, for many days and I am feeling myself start to crack from the exhaustion.
Okay, yes. I am going to have to call her. And I will make sure to scream at the top of my lungs outside her windows when I am giving birth.
Just make sure you open your window or take the baby outside for those colicky crying jags and any and all wailing?
Is there a Humane Society-type place that will come pick them up and adopt them out? They are being neglected. Sad.
Maybe you could think of it as training for the day when it’s Rayray waking you at all hours of the night?
Oh boy, I feel your pain. So this is a recent development? Our neighbor’s dogs are the bane of my existence, and we share a wall with them. Everytime I open the front door, “Magnolia” freaks out and runs down the hall, nails clicking, and yelps really loudly, while “Jerry Lee” barks very gruffly. And whenever a siren goes by (or the mood strikes them) the two in the back howl for a couple of minutes. This is sometimes punctuated by intense fighting in their tiny pen. Some people just don’t have any sense.