This is what we came home to last night:
Old Bitch. I know it was you. If you could walk over and leave a
note sign on our front door, your old ass could come over when we're at home too. I thought it was funny at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I was like, Oh no she di-int!
This old lady moved in behind us and expects our dogs not to react when her little yelping lapdog is back there gnawing at the fence. Bitch, they have places for old retired people to live when they want peace and quiet and it's not called new suburban neighborhood street where young, working families in every other house on the street have dogs and leave them in the backyard all day.
Granted--when our dogs bark, them joints are deafening. But we've checked with the stay-at-home moms who live on either side of us twice before and neither of them had complaints. Since this old bitch is obviously not going to control her rodent-dog, we'll have to work on discouraging our dogs' reaction--which I don't mind. I mean, I don't want to be disturbing the neighborhood, but leaving a big sign (easily read by anyone walking or driving by) on somebody's door is just rude.
Y'all excuse my french. I really don't cuss like this in real life out loud, but I cuss like this in my head all the time.