Sunday, February 8, 2009

Wrath Upon My Neighbor

Some people are rottenly abominable. Some are disgustingly inconsiderate. Some are just plain obnoxious.
I suppose it's the nature of the beast -- my favorite phrase.

Take this one as an example. One lazy Sunday morning, I got a knock at my door. A neighbor (or somebody from some skanky planet!) hollered "anybody home??!!#@" I took my sleepy butt out of bed to find out who this mojo was -- and found this dowdy woman with disheveled hair like that of a bird's nest. The words that came out of her mouth as she declared her cause sounded incomprehensively "Greek"!
"Is that your dog?", she pointed at Pepper, who apparently disliked the smell of this intruder as he frenziedly barked.

Caught off-guard and not knowing what is going on, I nodded.
"YOU SHOULD KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR DOG. YOU SHOULD NOT LET YOUR DOG OUT WITHOUT A LEASH. HE DOESN'T HAVE A TAG; HE SHOULD HAVE A TAG; WHAT IF HE BITES SOMEBODY... DOES HE HAVE HIS SHOTS? --- BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH... I'VE SEEN HIM LOITERING AROUND A COUPLE OF TIMES.. AND HE SHOULDN'T BE LEFT UNATTENDED... AND I CALLED THE COPS.. BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH..."


Damn broken record. Does she even know what she's talking about? How can she be sure it was my dog she saw or how would she know I own a dog or where the dog lives? Was I the only one in the neighborhood with a black and tan dog? If I were a bitch enough to counterclaim, I'd sue her arze off for STALKING me since she knows all about me and my dog!!
The weird thing is... I don't think Pepper had been out at all that day.

Ok. Maybe he managed to work his fat body through the fence and gallivanted around the neighborhood a few times. But is that a crime? Is that indeed reason enough to go marching towards somebody's house early in the morning only to "read the ten commandments of the proper way of raising a dog"?

Arrghhh! I wanted to stuff her mouth with cotton balls and make her look at a mirror so she can see how terribly ugleeee she was with one arm akimbo and the other with a finger reprimanding me. (Goodness gracious dear God!! She musta' been asleep when God distributed beauty on earth. Bahahaha!)

But I just stood there.. like "huh??!!" I heard my voice responding to her like a child caught stealing a cookie.
"Oh, ok. I'm sorry. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Alright. Yeah. Thank you."And then the ogre left, leaving behind her bad breath.
WTF just happened here? This woman... standing on my porch, and on my property -- just friggin' scolded me!!

The worst part is I wasn't able to counteract. Not because I was guilty of her allegation, but because I didn't see it coming. It was like she threw a punch right at my nose and I just stood there and took it. Ughhhh!!


That was dumb. Of me. Yeah, me. I should have thrown her out of my property and told her that MY DOG, nor the way I raise my dog is not her foookin' business!! And what's with the "I called the cops" crap? Is that supposed to make me shrivel like a prune? Since when did having a dog without a tag become a reason to disturb the cops from their breakfast with donuts? LOL.


Uhm. No. Cops didn't come. Even if they did, what are they going to do other than read me my rights as a dog-owner. And if that were the case, to go from house to house whenever they get a complaint about a dog on the loose, wouldn't that be such a waste of tax dollars?
Ah. Some people just have too much time on their hands to meddle with other people's business!

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