#yapping dogs

There is a little dog yapping, yapping, yapping, yapping somewhere nearby. Been at it for 2 hours now!

OMG ... shut the fuck up! How do people stand to listen to that!? Seriously ... bring the dog in and make it shut up!

Here they are in no particular order...

Leave their automated pickup garbage cans in plain view in front of their houses all week long. This is actually against city ordinances. Garbage cans are supposed to be kept out of sight from the street on non-pickup days.

Walk out to their drive way, pick up their morning paper, remove if from the plastic bag that it's delivered in, and toss the bag onto the ground so that it INVARIABLY blows into my yard; where it stays till I go out and pick it up, regardless of gale force winds blowing everything else around.

Have friend or relatives too goddamned lazy to park their cars and walk up to the porch to ring a doorbell. Instead, they sit out in the street with their engines running, their music blaring, and beep their feckin' horns till someone finally yells from a front door, "Park and c'mon in!"

Tie their little toy chihuahua dogs up to the railing on their porches, where little rat bastards spend the entire day yapping, yapping, yapping non-stop at every moving car, strolling cat, flying bird, or drifting leaf. I've often wondered what  kind of bloody Rorschach blot close range 12 guage 00 buckshot would make of those yapping little rats.

Have their visitors park in my driveway/yard without even having the courtesy to ask if it's OK.

Hey! I'm not that difficult to get along with. All you need to do to be a good neighbor as far as I'm concerned is to have a little consideration... and install tall fences around your property. ;)

Good rant! I feel better now. The little rat bastard tied to the porch railing next door is yapping even as I type this.