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| Why Can't People Mind Thier Own Damned Business? *Rant* |
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I am so sick of people getting into my business, trying to tell me how to spend my nonexistent money.
I have tw bassets. Chloe and Elvis. While I am gone during the day (when it's pretty and warm outside) they are OUTDOORS.
Today I had a "neighbor" (actually a Snow-Bird. That's what we call the people who come down from the North during the cold months to boss all the Southerners around) complain that Chloe barks too much, and she is driving him crazy! And I need to BUY her a bark collar, so she will STOP!
I just got home from a looooooong shift, and I am tired and I hope he wasn't too offended when I said "Look, when you want to come over and start paying my bills so I can afford a bark collar, you let me know and I'll oblige you. In the mean time, learn to walk another way so she won't bark at you or just stay in your damned house till it's warm enough for you to go home. Oh and by the way, one of the reasons that guy who held the lady at knife point the other night didn't go after YOUR wife, is because I have a barking dog."
He started to reply something about my bills aren't his problem and I walked in the house and closed the door. He'll probably call the dog pound. I'll probably get a citation. And then the neighbor wars will commence. Int he mean time... I fuking hate people. |
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