Good news and bad news. The good news is the new neighbor moved in a couple of days ago and we went out to meet her. She is a very pleasant late middle-aged (apparently single) lady who works as a nurse at a local hospital. No loud teenagers - thumbs up. No thuggy rap - thumbs up. No convicted felons - thumbs up. The change of neighbor appeared to be a sparkling fortunate success...then came 6:36am...bark, bark, bark, bark, bark bark, bark, bark, bark, bark bark, bark, bark, bark, bark.... This will not do. Folks, let's just say this boy grew up in the country and I have no qualms, whatsoever, concerning the killing of small animals. They used to call me "Disposal Unit #1". Don't mistake this for animal cruelty - Michael Vick-type individuals need a good butt kicking (or maybe throw them in a ring with a couple of rabid pitbulls and see how they fair). I'm simply saying people come first. If a dog's barking keeps you from precious sleep - you teach it to shut up! If it won't shut up - you do what you have to do. Am I really going to feed Nurse Neighborly's dog ground meat mixed with enough rat poison to kill a small rhino...no. But, I am going to make a few suggestions and then, when my lease is up, get the heck out of here. Its time for at least a backyard again anyway. Why can't everybody's pets be like ours? (see picture)
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