A new neighbour moved in downstairs from me on Tuesday.
Yesterday, I guess she moved her dog in. I could tell because the blasted thing wouldn’t stop barking.
Yarp! Yarp! Yarp!
I got a pit bull two weeks ago and I was all worried he would bark all the time and disturb the neighbours. Of course he is a complete angel in this regard, I have only heard him bark once. (He wanted to come in from outside and hang out with me.) There’s no way he keeps the neighbours up, he doesn’t even whine.
But that dog downstairs … yarp! yarp! yarp! yarp! yarp!
Bloody thing wouldn’t shut up. I was so proud of my big manly dog, the “fighter” (haw, haw) who didn’t seem to mind the barking at all - it was only me.
Yarp! Yarp! Yarp!
I was feeling so bad for this poor dog, who must have been so unhappy. I mean, my guy doesn’t bark during the day, but in the interests of full disclosure he DOES trash my house out of boredom (we’re working on that) so I have an immediately relevant understanding of dogs left alone during the day. I thought about breaking in and bringing the poor thing up to hang out with us, or throwing treats under the door, or taking my dog up to the window to say hi, or filling the place with ether through the vents so the thing would go to sleep. It’s easy to obsess about someone else’s dog when the damn thing won’t stop BARKING!
Yarp! Yarp! Yarp!
Soon I was as excited as the dog was for the return of its people, partly for selfish reasons (so that the damn thing would shut up) and partly because I knew how happy it would make it. I like my dogs big and calm, but I still love all dogs, even teeny little yappy ones with inconsiderate owners.
Finally the people came home. I heard the door opening and I could hear the barking get much more excited - YarpYarpYarpYarp! YarpYarp! - and then I heard some yelling - “Coco! Coco! Come back” - and the barking receeded into the distance, and then the yelling - “Coco! Coco! Come!” - also receeded into the distance as the owner ran down the street after the dog …
how I laughed. Laughed and cheered. Finally, blessed silence. Poor Coco.
This cannot continue. Hopefully it’s just because it’s a new place for the dog and soon he’ll chill out.
No doubt this will be a continuing story. stay tuned as I introduce myself to my new neighbours, giant muzzled pit bull in hand, with a “Hi! I’m your new neighbour! Your dog acts like an a$$hole during the day!”