You know how I love my back stories...
A few months ago, Ian and I went on some date night action and came home for some regular ol' married action. But that was promptly put to a halt when we found that our dog was MIA. We live on the bottom floor of an apartment complex and have a little fenced in patio ( he can't dig out and he certainly can't jump over the fence.....). We would leave Winston our there for some fresh air and so he wouldn't have an accident in our apartment when we planned to be out for a few hours. When we came home, Winston was gone. I went out searching for him, just knowing he was long gone. The next morning, still gone. I even searched for him some more. Then when I was getting ready for the day, Ian came in to tell me that he was back on our porch again (someone must have put him there). It was really strange, but we stopped leaving him on the back porch while we are gone because we assumed someone must have picked him up for the night and then brought him back the next morning.
Fast forward to today. I had a few girlfriends come over for a little fiesta. I put Winston out back because I didn't want him jumping all over and acting crazy. He certainly wasn't being over the top with his barking. He would bark here and there to remind me he was back there but it really wasn't anything I would be concerned about (and I believe I am very considerate of others and have a low tolerance level for barking). I hear other dogs barking way more than he was on a regular basis. Plus the people above us have no problems pumping their beats late hours at night right above our sleeping baby, and have never been discrete about their 'action' all hours of the night. So Winston letting our a random bark a few times in the early evening, seemed pretty harmless.
It was about 9:00 when I hear a police man sounding knock at my door. It was like a POUNDING, thud, thud thud. Brief and harsh. I thought, for whatever reason, Ian had gotten off early and he was messing with us. So I answer the door to find some geeky looking jerk who as rudely as possible informs me that I better put my dog inside because he is barking.
You know what I do, I apologize (of course, because I do feel bad that my dog was getting on his nerves), tell him thank you (why I have no idea), smile real big, and bring my dog right in. I was over the top polite. It made me puke in my mouth a little after the fact. I truly feel bad, but I hold firm in the fact that my dog was NOT barking THAT much (like maybe a few times if someone walked by but that was it). Not to the point that someone would be so hateful about it. I would understand if it had been a little later. Or if he did it every night. And if he was barking consistently. But he wasn't. Whatever though, the guy was a total jerk, and his lack of tactfulness if probably why he doesn't have anything better to do then pound on my door and be rude as heck.
Maybe he just had a bad day. But please allow me to stress the fact that Winston really wasn't barking enough to yield a hasty visit from a neighbor.
Luckily we are only suppose to have 4 more months here until our house is done. Until then, whatever dude, take a chill pill.
A few months ago, Ian and I went on some date night action and came home for some regular ol' married action. But that was promptly put to a halt when we found that our dog was MIA. We live on the bottom floor of an apartment complex and have a little fenced in patio ( he can't dig out and he certainly can't jump over the fence.....). We would leave Winston our there for some fresh air and so he wouldn't have an accident in our apartment when we planned to be out for a few hours. When we came home, Winston was gone. I went out searching for him, just knowing he was long gone. The next morning, still gone. I even searched for him some more. Then when I was getting ready for the day, Ian came in to tell me that he was back on our porch again (someone must have put him there). It was really strange, but we stopped leaving him on the back porch while we are gone because we assumed someone must have picked him up for the night and then brought him back the next morning.
Fast forward to today. I had a few girlfriends come over for a little fiesta. I put Winston out back because I didn't want him jumping all over and acting crazy. He certainly wasn't being over the top with his barking. He would bark here and there to remind me he was back there but it really wasn't anything I would be concerned about (and I believe I am very considerate of others and have a low tolerance level for barking). I hear other dogs barking way more than he was on a regular basis. Plus the people above us have no problems pumping their beats late hours at night right above our sleeping baby, and have never been discrete about their 'action' all hours of the night. So Winston letting our a random bark a few times in the early evening, seemed pretty harmless.
It was about 9:00 when I hear a police man sounding knock at my door. It was like a POUNDING, thud, thud thud. Brief and harsh. I thought, for whatever reason, Ian had gotten off early and he was messing with us. So I answer the door to find some geeky looking jerk who as rudely as possible informs me that I better put my dog inside because he is barking.
You know what I do, I apologize (of course, because I do feel bad that my dog was getting on his nerves), tell him thank you (why I have no idea), smile real big, and bring my dog right in. I was over the top polite. It made me puke in my mouth a little after the fact. I truly feel bad, but I hold firm in the fact that my dog was NOT barking THAT much (like maybe a few times if someone walked by but that was it). Not to the point that someone would be so hateful about it. I would understand if it had been a little later. Or if he did it every night. And if he was barking consistently. But he wasn't. Whatever though, the guy was a total jerk, and his lack of tactfulness if probably why he doesn't have anything better to do then pound on my door and be rude as heck.
Maybe he just had a bad day. But please allow me to stress the fact that Winston really wasn't barking enough to yield a hasty visit from a neighbor.
Luckily we are only suppose to have 4 more months here until our house is done. Until then, whatever dude, take a chill pill.
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