Jun 05 2009
dear nice lady across the street with all the dogs
i appreciate you, i really do. you've collected our escaped children and returned them to our yard on numerous occasions. you've shouted encouragement over the years at all our attempts to rehab those front flowerbeds. generally, you seem like a very nice lady, and i'm honestly more than a little fascinated by the odd and sizeable pack of dogs you have over there. the many sundry cars are also a point of interest. BUT.
why, oh why do you find 6:30 or 7 am to be the best time for your loud outdoor activities? fairly often you're out cutting your always-immaculate lawn, whilst we young deadbeats across the road are still lazily clinging to hour number 6.5 of sleep. the last three mornings you've been happily hammering away replacing the picket fence enclosing your always lovely front yard. this endeavor in general i whole-heartedly support, because that thing has long been losing the battle to the over-excited mastiffs and rottweilers who like to put their front paws on it to better keep tabs on the 'hood and bark at passers-by. they also are well-aware that they can push certain spots and free themselves for some brief exploration of the neighboring yard, and that 30 pound lil' rat terrier you have spent so much time outside your yard that we didn't know she was your dog for about a month. so, yay, new fence. but seriously, hammering before 7 in the frickin' morning? NOT COOL.