You can’t even call it barking. It’s more like two old ladies who got there hands stuck in the spokes of their wheelchair or something. I’m hoping that my other neighbor’s dog, who is big, one of these days will jump the fence and bite them to death.
Comment by Annette | May 8, 2008
I must have been tired. I misspelled “their”…”their hands stuck”
Occupation: Running with scissors and drinking espresso ie…I own a coffee shop now and once worked as a registered nurse in many different areas such as…home health, surgery, med surg, hospice to name a few.
I might chant this next time I’m awake at midnight thanks to my neighbor’s a-hole dogs (or is it my a-hole neighbor’s dogs?).
yes
You must live on my block.
You can’t even call it barking. It’s more like two old ladies who got there hands stuck in the spokes of their wheelchair or something. I’m hoping that my other neighbor’s dog, who is big, one of these days will jump the fence and bite them to death.
I must have been tired. I misspelled “their”…”their hands stuck”
sorry.