IT'S A DOG'S LIFE
Meet Sassy:
She’s a Shih’Tzu x Pomeranian. She is also known as "Princess", "Boss" and "Sasita Margarita Hortense Fuentes Noble-Bahun" (yes I am weird). She is the leader of the pack and rules the roost. She is top dog and she knows it.
Meet Zeke:
He’s a Maremma Sheepdog. They’re kind of like a big, white golden retriever. They’re from the hills of Italy where they live with the sheep and guard the flock. He is a big softie. He doesn’t really have any other names we call him other than his actual name "Ezekiel" when he’s naughty. And sometimes "Boof".
So I’ve been trying to put together a post for the last couple of days but keep ending up in tears. It was initially going to be a post simply dedicated to my dogs (a la MG’s gigi post) then the shit hit the fan. See, ever since we sold our house at Ocean Shores, we’ve been renting in the interim before building a new house. We moved into our rental house on the day it settled, so the neighbours thought that we were the ones that bought it, and we certainly didn’t bother correcting that assumption. We didn’t tell the agent about the dogs, cause it’s just too hard to find a place when you have dogs (even though they don’t do ANY damage whatsoever). There’s been one complaint by the neighbours about the dogs barking, but only the one.
Somehow, the old bastard at the back:
- Worked out that we were renting.
- Found out the owners name.
- Found out the owner’s phone number.
- RANG THE OWNER DIRECTLY to complain about the noise.
So the owner rang the real estate and said "What the hell is going on here?" and the real estate called us. "Blah blah you aren’t meant to have dogs… blah blah…. Breach of your lease…. Blah blah…. Owner does not want to hear any more complaints….blah blah….do something about it".
We thought we spotted an old guy walking away from our letterbox the other day, so now have figured it was probably them checking our mail to see whether the name was the same as the owners name. He’s obviously done some dodgy detective work by ringing the council or something the find out what the owners name is or something and looked their number up, even though apparently their number is private, I don’t know HOW on earth they scammed that.
F**king bastard, dastardly, sneaky old cunce.
AND THEY HAVE TWO BLOODY LITTLE POODLE THINGS THAT ALWAYS YAP THEIR HEADS OFF SO PEOPLE IN GLASS HOUSES ETC……
So now. Find a new house. Or get rid of your dogs (babies). Yes they may only be animals and sure they annoy the fuck out of me sometimes, but when you’ve had a dog for 6 years they kind of become like your children.
On top of it, I’ve got the guilts because it was all MY IDEA to buy a block of land to build on and sell the other house, where if we were still there, there would be no problems and we wouldn’t be faced with the prospect of getting rid of the pups.
It’s just horrible and mean and is bringing out the worst in me. The old man behind has cancer but that’s no excuse to be a prick. BOO FUCKING HOO YOU OLD FUCKER I HOPE YOU DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH.
SHIT I know that’s really bad of me to say/think that, and I guess I don’t really mean it, but I am just so mad right now. How would he like it if I had his two mutts removed from him. I’m sure he wouldn’t like it.
LOOK AT THOSE TWO BEAUTIFUL FACES…… how could you wish nasty things upon them!!!???
*wipes away tears*
I DON'T WANT TO LOSE THEM......
Sure, they bark, I won’t deny that. In fact yes, they probably bark more than most dogs. But fuck it THEY ARE DOGS, IT’S WHAT THEY DO, IT’S THEIR JOB.
They don’t bark ALL DAY LONG and certainly not through the night.
To quote Kamahl: "Why are people so unkind?"
Any one got any suggestions????
I'm feeling sad and unloved and need big hugs.
Dxxxx