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He got loose from his laundry basket a couple of mornings ago and rampaged all over the bedroom, well I noticed last night that my headphones were acting really wonky. Guess what had little chew marks? Yeah. Gran did agree to replace them, but I'm SOL right now unless I want to use the ancient speakers.

I hunted up the Playpen that the maintenance dude promised us he had, as he was impossible to find I ended up taking the advice of a VERY hard of hearing neighbor lady to ask the maintenance woman(she who thought Cosmo was a big damn bird) if she knew where it was. Thank FSM she knew where it was and helped me take it down here. While I was waiting for it to dry from the bleachwater I used on it(it had sat in that apartment for two months with FSM knows what) I cleaned out part of the bedroom so we could put it in there.

So now I sit here while the puppy plays with his cat toys(how he managed to jam that chew stick into the ball I'll never know) and wait for the benadryl to kick in.

As of now his name is "Tribble."


Oct. 18th, 2006 01:21 am
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Here's the scene, I'm putting up fake spiderwebs for halloween when sherlock decides to walk his dog(after sunset)...

His dog is this great big boxer, pretty much the largest boxer I've ever seen...  But not anymore it isn't!  Now its some kind of Poodle-ish creature. Which would explain why the noises went from large dog scritchy sounds to small dog scritchy sounds.

Does the fact that he downsized his dog make me happy? You bet your sweet ass it doesn't!  Although I am vaguely pleased that he learned that walking his verboten dog in broad daylight isn't the brightest of ideas...  Why can't he just be happy with his cat? 

So I, very much peeved, have decided to test out the old stereo system on my Stabbing Westward CD.  After of course playing some Duran Duran while I tried to see if I couldn't get all the speakers working. 

I can hear a man stomping around upstairs, perhaps I shall do this again tomorrow... 
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My upstairs neighbor has a dog... This annoys me for two reasons.  1.  The landlord has had a no dog policy for nearly two years, these people moved in less than three months ago.  2. The dog is a large Boxer that has abandonment issues, when they lock it in a room (often) It howls, whines and scratches at the door.  This place is nowhere near soundproof and it happens all the time. Guess where the sound just happens to funnel down to?  Right over my fucking bed!

It gets better... On wednesday night, after spending a busy day with lady_black_cat I was quite tired, My cat had me up before dawn and I had fallen asleep at my usual hour(well after midnight).  So at 12:40 that night I had to get dressed and walk upstairs, this was the conversation that followed.

Me:*rings doorbell* (Keep in mind that my hair was wet and I looked like crap.)
Sherlock:*spoken loudly* "Maybe its my..." *opens door* "hello?"
M: Could you please do something about the dog?
S: What dog?
M: Its digging its way to china and its keeping me awake.
S: Oh*looks disconcerted* okay.
M: Goodnight *walks down stairs*

They let the dog out of the room, I could hear it running, and twenty minutes later I'm in lala land.

Today, I again spent the day with LBC; I go to take the trash out  and what do I see but Sherlock walking the dog.
I passed him without saying a word, but by the time I turned the corner I couldn't help but laugh and say  "What dog? my ass!"

So the fucker waited, acting all belligerent in his doorway and asked me if I had said anything, my answer?  "Not to you!"  Then Sherlock has the balls to try and tell me that he had said "what noise" not  "what dog."  My response " yeah, right, whatever."

With lady_black_cat as my witness tonight that dog started scratching and whining again.
This is war.


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