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We had a neighbor who had a dog that barked day and night at its own house. That poor dog was begging for attention from its owner. I did not see the neighbor pay any attention to that dog.
We had a neighbor who had a dog that barked day and night at its own house. That poor dog was begging for attention from its owner. I did not see the neighbor pay any attention to that dog.
Train your dog. Or if you choose to just yell at your dog like that's teaching them something, at least put a leash on that dog when you let it out. I just watched my neighbor's little yappy dog nearly get hit by not one, not two, but THREE cars. Normally my complex doesn't have that many cars go through in such a small space of time, but it was a perfect storm. I don't want your poor dog to die because you can't be bothered to train it or put a leash on.
Seriously though, yelling "NO" isn't training.
Many decades ago (I was a teenager) we had a neighbour with one of this yappy little beasts. My bedroom was in the corner of the house right next to their yard. They would let the dog out for an hour or so at night, and it would rush over to the corner nearest our house and yap ... and yap ... and yap ... and yap ...
I would never actually hurt an animal but my thoughts towards and about that dog were very VERY unpleasant ...
Train your dog. Or if you choose to just yell at your dog like that's teaching them something, at least put a leash on that dog when you let it out. I just watched my neighbor's little yappy dog nearly get hit by not one, not two, but THREE cars. Normally my complex doesn't have that many cars go through in such a small space of time, but it was a perfect storm. I don't want your poor dog to die because you can't be bothered to train it or put a leash on.
Had a conversation with one of my roommates about this neighbor...
Because this roommate had previously been working more closing shifts at his job, and because when he's not at work or out of the house, he's usually in his room on the other side of the house, he wasn't as familiar with Honkson McHonkface as the rest of us.
I'm there in the family room, chatting with Roommate while my soup was cooking, and I hear Honkson's car door close, and then-- honk, honk.
J2K: "Ah, I see [Honkson] is home."
RM: "What?"
J2K: "Every time the guy gets home, he clicks his remote and makes it honk, at least three or four times, every time."
We continued chatting for a minute or so, when-- honk, honk.
J2K: "There it is."
RM: "Were you waiting for him to come back?"
J2K: "Not as such, but I'm not surprised he came back. I dunno if he's OCD or what, but it's annoying as f**k."
I remember the 55+ apartment building my grandma lived in being... Interesting. In the middle of each floor, where the elevator opened to, was a small space with couches and usually a card table. Each floor had it's own little gang of mean old people who'd gossip there all day and watch the comings and goings. My grandma was fairly spry so she didn't interact with them much since she used the stairs, but whenever my mom and I brought up groceries in the elevator we'd hear them. Sad was what it was.
I think this sort of thing might be common in communal living buildings full of retirees ... too many of whom have nothing to do with their time but watch everybody else and come up with imaginary problems.
We also lost the leader of our Craft Club because of a romantic triangle ...
I left my apartment today to run some errands and noticed a small piece of paper taped to my door.
It read "STINKS."
Mentioned it to somebody else who was taking the elevator at the same time, and he laughed when I said I have two cats but scoop their litterboxes twice daily.
Neighbour: "It's her ... the woman across from you. She hates cats." Apparently she has complained about or to every person on this floor who owns a cat. She did light into me once when one of my cats got out and was running in the hallway.
Yeah, it's possible it's somebody else, but ...
In any case, I taped a note to the original note: "IF YOU ARE TOO MUCH OF A COWARD TO SIGN YOUR NAME, DON'T EXPECT ME TO TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY."
*snip*
Stepped outside today aaaand ... both notes are gone.
It is TWO-FORTY-FIVE IN THE A.M., sir...why are your kids suddenly playing loud music?! I don't care if it's Sunday, SOME of us need to up be up an hour early for work.
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