at least that's what the new neighbors think.
*sigh*
I swear, Dawg doesn't normally act like a cranked-up-idiot for weeks at a time. But we've been spread to thin and she's under-exercised, we're under-patienced, and we're all over stressed. (FWIW, I've spent less than 3 waking hours with my human-child in the last 5 days. If it hadn't been for time off for funerals recently, I wouldn't have had any time off at all. Not that any of that excuses my dog acting like a fool, barking, disobeyeing, digging, etc. But we're trying.)
But truly, when I have been 'projecting' my voice to be heard over middle-schooler-howler-monkeys all day, so I sound like the sort of awesome person who yells at kids all day (oh wait, yeah, I am that person) until she looses her voice, it's probably not good for the new neighbor guy to walk into his back yard as I loose my temper w/ Dawg.
(I honestly didn't realize they were actually staying in the house yet--it looked empty when I finally got home from work for the last 2 weeks--which again, means I need to work less. So since the other neighbors can't see our back yard, I thought I was safe to loose my temper. I was wrong)
My fit was me throwing a stick as hard as I could against a tree trunk, and more-or-less whisper-shouting "I will beat knots onto your pointy little head and I think YOU can go to the violin factory with the cats" and then stomping my (bare, muddy) feet in frustration.
Then I turned around because neighbor guy was trying not to stare as his dog ran over and acted like a putz too.
I waved and said hi....he ignored me.
I may have scared or scarred him.
Re: what? yes, we probably *are* the lousy pet owners in the neighborhood
::snort!::
I'm sorry. I really feel your frustration, but that mental image (combined with my 2 generous glasses of wine) is hilarious.
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Dawg is doing much better today.
Just for fun, the do-jobby that makes the water come out the shower head? It's stuck. I"m sure the Mr. is strong enough to get it, but I"m not.
So I couldn't even shower off my muddy self before bed, I had to try to do a sink-bath.
April will be easier.
And Dawg and I practice some of her basic obedience things today because she's been such a twit recently. And I think Buffy and I are going to try to take her to the park (not the dog park) for exercise tomorrow
I feel your pain. Carl is under-exercised as well. At our old apartment, there was a dog park 8 or so blocks away -- easy walking distance.
In our new one, the closest dog park is about five miles away, and has a reputation for attracting less-than-attentive dog owners.
So, whenever Carl and Reese go for a walk, Carl gets MAJOR zoomies in as large a circle as his leash will let him (can't do it inside the apartment, because no carpet = Carl can't get traction/can't stop once he does get going). Then Reese tries to chase him and wrestle with him.
So, I end up with one arm over my head (with a baby in the Moby wrap on my chest), twirling the other end of Carl's leash so he doesn't wind his leash around my legs, and I have to drop Reese's leash, and my dogs look and sound like they're killing each other.
Yikes. Yeah, not really a good impression to make. At least you know he'll keep his dog out of your yard. And his kids. lol.
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