It’s so normal, it’s almost a nothing life. Like, take today for example, normal Wednesday. I was planning on sitting on my porch, finishing some reading before class, which is something I do every morning. However, the last few weeks this has been problematic.
The trouble being the result of new neighbors and their new dog. It’s a mean thing. And loud. For your own sake please don’t try to come with in a block of the block I live. Unless of course, you want to be attacked. Attacked full force by every ounce of a five pound chiuaua. What is it with those little things?
Well this morning I couldn’t take it anymore. Every-time I turned a page that dog would bark at me, so I called police. Who called Animal Control.
Once animal control arrived, the silly little dog had curled up next to a stray cat in my lawn… did I mention my neighborhood is like Hemingway’s House? The dog catcher thought it was cute, until the thing started barking. which started the cat hissing.
Oh yeah, it was a rumble.
Then my dogs started barking, who at this point had been sitting on the porch calmly like angels but now their mama was threatened. It was war. Of course all this ruckus got every dog in the neighborhood going and it sounded like a prison riot with caged animals.
Lo and behold the cops show up, who had previously tussled with this five pound chi-chi before, the day before as a matter of fact. He had impeded a manhunt, but that is another story.
So three policeman, a dog catcher, and me were chasing a snarling, squealing dog that couldn’t have bit your ankles if it tried and did we catch it? No.
I can hear the stupid thing right now.
So again, I say, I swear my life is boring, normal even. I have to say it, just to get through the day.
