Thursday, January 20, 2011
Yipping Dogs, Insensitive Neighbors, and My Lousy Attitude
"Hate" is a strong word and in light of our culture's obsession with being politically correct we need to choose our words with care. I HATE yipping dogs.
As I type this a neighbor's yipping dog is barking incessantly outside. And has been. Aside from the fact that it is grossly (versus understandably) cruel to leave a yipping dog outside in 14 degree windchill weather, it is also terribly insensitive to those living in the vicinity. I am three houses away and the doggy-decibels are sufficiently loud that the canine crescendo has me gritting my teeth while I type. If I'm three houses away you know the owner (of the dog, not my house) knows that Fido is freakin' freezin' and bored to death, and therefore has catapulted into a manic episode of frenetic yipping. If I were asked to bet on which will happen first--the dog freezing to death or its owner gaining some sense of civility and neighborly manners--you know I'm putting my money on a very stiff dog.
I'm sorry. When I get in a highly agitated state like this I don't care what the SPCA thinks about my attitude. I just want the dog to decide to shutup since the owner doesn't have enough sense to bring it in the house. Or the dog to freeze to death and thereby shutup. Or the neighbor to move away. Or the neighbor to freeze to death and Fido gets put up for adoption and goes to a loving hut in Africa.
Seriously. Is it that difficult to be aware of people around us, to care about people around us, and to take steps to avoid interfering with or disrupting our neighbors' space? Is it that hard? These seem like simple and realistic requests. 1. Would you please refrain from leaving your yipping dog outside to proceed to bark in staccato-like fashion? 2. Enjoy your music (as I enjoy mine) but don't play it at such levels that your music becomes my music because your music has drowned out my music. You know, requests like that. To me, getting along sounds so simple and ought to be so simple, but the neighbor three houses over makes it very difficult.
Some of you, I trust, are much more understanding and benevolent than me, and will come up with some logical explanation for the neighbor's yipping dog that is now in my crosshairs. (Just kidding, SPCA.) "Well, maybe the dog's owner is deaf and can't hear it." Yeh, he's deaf; his yipping dog blew out both eardrums years ago.
I will calm down soon. I will post this in my highly agitated state, and regret it within the hour. In the meantime I will listen to some Wilco, maybe Ray LaMontagne, and pray-- if I can pry my teeth apart from each other.
And don't ask me what I will be praying for. Neither you nor the SPCA would likely appreciate my "Dear God, please. . . "