Yesterday I had a visit from one of our neighbours. It was just as I arrived home from the shops. He said that our three dogs barked, every day, from 7:30am until I returned home and, quite frankly, it was a bit much. He explained that they bark at people with dogs walking by, people without dogs walking by, cars turning, cars parking, people chatting on the footpath…it was a long list.
Naturally I was a bit cranky though mostly because I’d only just walked in and was on the toilet when the doorbell rang. It wasn’t made any easier to take because it was being delivered by a man wearing sandals and socks. In the privacy of your home, wear what you want but if you’re going to complain to someone about their dogs, you really should wear something a little less pathetic.
Anyway, I told him I’d lock them in boxes in the furthest corner of the garden just so he could enjoy a bit of bark-free daylight and slammed the door in his face.
Actually, that’s what I did in my head. In reality I was terribly polite and said I’d fix the problem. Which I think I did.
Retrieving a perfectly sized pallet, I built a makeshift wall at the garden end of the extension, barring them from going down the side of the house which is where they sit and bark. Then, this morning, I set off, as usual, for my usual shop…except I didn’t. I actually went out the front and sat in Max for an hour and a half, waiting for the barking to start.
While I waited, Dave returned from walking Rodney and wondered what I was up to. In hushed tones I explained the situation. He was very understanding and concerned that some people have no idea that dogs bark. I told him that people without dogs have no idea.
Anyway, the upshot was, they had a bit of a bark at Rodney when they returned from their walk but, otherwise, there wasn’t a peep. And this was though lots of cars turned around, people and dogs walked by and a delivery van made it’s annoying beep, beep, beep noise.
So I guess I’ll have to take a gamble that that’s fixed the problem.
The rest of the day was spent in the garden, weeding the raised beds, washing out the water feature, the usual stuff.
Then, in the afternoon, a brand new whipper snipper arrived…or strimmer as they call them over here. It was too late to fire it up today but hopefully I’ll be able to make a start on the wild flower patch tomorrow.