I don't call cops, period.
But I did tonight.
Those poor animals next door have been barking in front of my house for hours. I don't feel particularly threatened, but the big boy only got out for a pee when the shepherds went to bark in front of the neighbour on the other side for ten minutes.
But they're back now.
Constable Priestley, if I got his name right, told me he had got in touch with the neighbour, and while the neighbour wasn't home, someone would come by to coral the dogs.
That was two hours ago, and the dogs are still barking outside my house.
Who the fuck isn't home while their dogs are out roaming the 'hood?
That does not compute in my world.
But I don't blame the dogs.
In fact, just moments ago, the Farm Manager opined that perhaps we should invite them in the house and feed them.
To which I rejoindered, don't be retarded.
I think the douche-bag next door has moved on and left his dogs behind.
PS. Almost midnight; after writing the above I put out a bowl of kibble for them. Ya... that'll keep 'em away from the place!
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