The neighbor is a bit of a boob. He tends to do things in an abrasive fashion, whether it’s snowblowing his level driveway at 5:30 am (with the house lights illuminating the neighborhood, and his big snowblower headlight illuminating whatever is left), to having a yard project start at 6:30 on a Saturday morning, where the guys are cutting down 60’ + trees with their chain saws, and chopping and stacking the wood for the better part of the next three days. Early and loudly.
OK. you have no consideration for your neighbors. We get it. And for the most part, you are a tolerable human being, even if you suck it hard as a neighbor. But now, you are moving into total douchbag territory.
Mr. Neighbor’s dog died, and his kids seemed to miss it. So, 2 days after burying Rover 1 right next to the front door with a tombstone to mark it, he goes out and gets Rover 2. Rover 2 is a barker. Not a nice dog in general, it barks at everything… him, his kids, my kids me, a bird, a car, nothing, everything. The dog is nuts. However, I realize I have to live with the fact that his dog is a barker during the day, and it’s better to try to put these things into perspective.
But the past 2 months have me going over the edge. Rover 2 has woken my entire house up 5 times in the last 2 months, between 2:30 and 4 AM. Barking, of course. But worse, the dog is outside in freezing rain, snow, below zero temperatures, and brutal winds. The winter here has been brutal, and snow has been on the ground for 3+ streets straight.
The dog apparently is put outside late at night to do his late constitutional, and it seems that Mr. Neighbor sometimes forgets to bring Cujo back into the house. So, the dog tends to bark. For hours. Non-stop. All night. (or at least I wake up, or my wife elbows me, or someone else comes into the room to let me know what’s going on.)
It’s obnoxious. So, after waiting 10-15 minutes to make sure the dog wasn’t just put outside to poo, I call. I wake him up and he’s always considerate. Always apologizes, and goes to get the dog. Forgot Cujo was out there, locked the door and went to bed. Hey, that’s nice. I wouldn’t want to inconvenient you to take care of your dog, especially when it is freezing outside. I mean, I hate Cujo with every fiber of my being, but I don’t want to see it or any other animal freeze to death outside. That’s not necessary. You have a dog, you have responsibilities. Waiting for Cujo to crap before going to bed is one of them.
So, after a few calls, he gets the hint (or so I thought) as I didn’t hear the dog barking in the wee hours of the morning. And then… of course. The outrageous barking in the middle of a freezing rain/sleet show. For at least 15 minutes. I call, and he has no idea what I’m talking about. Can’t be his dog, and why am I calling? I ask how he could think that’s not his dog? Oh because, he built the dog a nice doggy door to come and go as he pleases. He figures if the dog gets cold, he’ll come in himself.
Except genius forgot that if something happened to the door, blocked it in some way, that it could be a problem. A big problem. Not just for the dog, but to my sleep cycle, the general mood of the family, and my patience and sanity. So, I lost it. I said some things on the phone that made him get his dog.
I saw him the next day, and he apologized, but wanted me to know that this was just a one-time problem. Shouldn’t happen again, that sort of thing. I accept his apology, but with a caveat. I tell him that it makes me a bit uncomfortable seeing the dog freezing, and I am going to look into who to call for possible animal abuse. That did not go over well, but too bad.
Well, it happened again this week. I called, he took care of it, and I am contemplating what to do. Seems these folks have to catch him in the act of being bad to his pet, and they aren’t open when this is occurring. So then, I have to document it. Fuck that… I don’t want to be out freezing in the rain any more than Cujo does.
So it looks like I’ll have to live with it For now. But spring is coming, and if it continues, I guess I’m headed outside with the video camera.
But in the meantime. Hey fuckhead neighbor! Take care of your pet! You wanted him, not me, so if you don’t care if he’s freezing outside, maybe you should get rd of him! And I don’t care if your kids will be upset. Just think how upset they’d be if an official truck came by, scooped him up, and threw him in the back and took him away.
Why does someone’s assholish behavior bounce back on me to where I’m the one that will feel guilty if I make the call to get this dog taken out of this situation? I care about that dog more than he does… and I hate that dog!
Fuck.