I was so tired at work today. The stupid woman next door (aka SW) has seven dogs. They’re those ridiculous little white ones with small dog syndrome that yap non-stop at the wind. It’s like living next door to seven Ronalds. They started at about three o’clock this morning and kept on until I got up and yelled at them over the fence. Then I heard SW come out saying, ‘Come on, Princess, there’s a good girl. In you come.’
If she could hear me yelling, how come she couldn’t hear her stupid dogs barking and come out and shut them up? Of course, I couldn’t go back to sleep after that but lay there thinking about how you’re only supposed to have two dogs at the most and why doesn’t she trade her seven small dogs in for two proper big ones. Finally dozed off ten minutes before the alarm went off.
I’m definitely going to contact the council and complain.
Still haven’t heard from Ian.