We've turned in paperwork and met with the Animal Control officer, and the neighbors gave statements, one which was KILLER, see below (click to enlarge):
See? It's just not us! Thanks Rod.
Things are changing for the better, finally a little silence when we're outside watering or have the windows open or pleasantly taking a morning dump. The Animal control people seem to act quick, and this has been observed at least twice to my knowledge:
That's Officer Heidi's (she's about 4' 9") truck. Go get 'em Heidi!! Amy the mail lady has been spying for me :)
The only other thing to mention is that last Saturday, while watering on the hill, a dog was yipping on the OTHER side of the Yippee Dog's house. The Teacher Beacher was out there and saw Tracy on the hill and yelled over (but actually nicely): "I just want you to know that's not *MY* dog that's been barking!!"
Yeah, we know. Amazing you can tell the difference though, ain't it? Why can't you hear your own dog bothering the neighborhood!?
PS: Did anyone catch the Star Wars reference?
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Maybe it was "nice" compared to our first and only other conversation whereby she stormed off after stating I must be from California (like I really care? now if she had said Arkansas, and I would have been offended) and I was thankful no little kids were within earshot. But she definitely said it with 'tude. To which I replied "I know. Thanks" With emphasis on the THANKS part. What I really meant by that was THANKS for shutting YOUR own dog up, princess.
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