I’ve come to realise that where I live is quite quiet.
After 10 years, you would think that I may have come to this realisation before. No, it was until about a month ago that I discovered that we were very fortunate. Yes, I did say ‘were’. Why? Well, the new neighbours moved in and they have a dog. A fluffy white dog, I’m not sure what type of dog but to me it’s a fluffy white dog.
Anyway, the day they moved in, we left on a holiday. I didn’t think about the new neighbours once throughout my holiday, in fact the peaceful surroundings, sounds of birds chirping, waves rolling in was much more interesting.
On our return, as we unpacked our car, it happened. The noise started. What noise you say? The barking of the fluffy white dog!
Oh my goodness, it was constant. It seemed the new neighbours weren’t bothered by it either. We continued our walk from car to house, house to car unpacking everything for at least an hour or so with the constant yapping of the fluffy white dog.
Well, this wasn’t the way I had envisaged our home coming. The peacefulness of the lake and bush were as far away as I could imagine now that the penetrating decibels of the yapping were out of control.
Don’t get me wrong, I love animals! Love them, ask anyone that knows me. It’s just that this was ridiculous. I tried to reason it out – OK, the poor little thing has just moved house, a big move is disturbing for all concerned. Also, with all the added movement from us unpacking, it hadn’t heard the unfamiliar sounds, okay, I’ll give him that.
Now, fast forward two months. I’m sitting here in my newly refurbished home office, peaceful music playing as I work and what do I have in the background coming from next door? That’s right, the fluffy white dog is still barking away.
From my office I can see the little fella pacing up and down. The neighbours seem to be out each weekday and on the weekends they are out all day as well. So when we even open our back door, walk outside or go for a swim, the little fella pitches in consistently with the ‘I’m lonely’ bark, or the ‘hey, I’m over here’ bark, or even the ‘I can hear you, so I’m gonna bark’ bark.
I feel sorry for this dog, so I send it all my thoughts to be at peace. What can we do? I feel like going over there, hijacking him on a daily basis and he could lie by my feet all day as I write, giving him some good lovin’ and company and then sending him back just before they arrive home.
Though, I’m sure Cleo the cat would have other thoughts on this.
What are your thoughts? Have you ever lived next door to a yapping dog?
FYI - No animals have been hurt in the writing of this blog post.
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