I'm home sick with a cold. The gay guys up the road, 4 houses away, have chosen today to leave their dog in their back yard and it has chosen today to bark non-stop.
Grrrrr!
It is barking incessantly. I am not exaggerating. I want to kill it.
I'm now lying here thinking it wouldn't be hard to get to their back yard and open their roller door. Three of our yards are open to each other, a leftover from when all us neighbours were friends, but we're the only ones left. I'd only have to climb one fence, the gay guy’s fence. It wouldn't be so hard. Push the roller door button, off you go, problem solved.
Oh, could you imagine. They probably wouldn’t ask us, but I am guessing we get to hear about it.
“You dog got out, oh that is terrible.”
“Yes, we’re distraught.”
“Any ideas how?”
“No, it is a mystery.”
Mystery, indeed.
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