My loudmouth dog

Bleh! Bleh! Bleh!

A cheery knock to my door brought an unwelcome visitor tonight. The condo association manager had come to tell me that since SEPTEMBER my dog has been barking and annoying neighbors.
I'm appalled. I feel horrid. I really do. I like several of my neighbors very much. In fact, I was feeling guilty about moving in March because I didn't want to give them a new set of those bad, evil renters they fear and detest so much. As it turns out, I've been nothing more to them.
I told the gentleman he is not to wait two months to relay such complaints. All he has done is garnered me ill will. And oh I how I really need that on top of everything in my life. It's not enough to live in this gilded land of make believe while my husband travels entirely too much and I try to make nice to people so that one day, just before we move I can actually make friends.
I'm probably exaggerating slightly. I do have a couple of people I like. And about once a month, I have a playdate or whatnot that goes well enough that I think someday this might work out. And of course, I really do feel blessed to go to our church. It's so incredibly alive and useful in life. Quite unlike any church I've ever been to. And my husband does not always travel. In fact, he was home for two weeks and his most recent trip has been aborted and we'll pick him up midweek. But it's hard to remain chipper about things when you find out just before bedtime that your neighbors are REALLY not liking you and your loud mouth dog.

So for now, I've shut the windows and turned on the air again. I'll get the crate out of the car. Where it's probably been since September. And I'll try not to feel too badly that this wasn't address back in Sep so that I could have fixed it promptly. And if all else fails, I told the manager he could freely relate that if it isn't fixed, we'll be moving in March. No need to feel guilty about giving the nice neighbors a whole new set of transients to get used to.

Hey you know what, there is just always a bright side isn't there? Of course, I think Mr Manager wasn't sure what to make of that answer. But I truly was trying to make his job easier. After all, my dog does indeed bark at other dogs, loud children and slamming doors. And if my efforts fail, I will be moving on in March.

I'll try very hard not to wish it was back to Bloomington. Where except for my mother dying, life seemed manageable. Because maybe, being mom on call there would be any harder than being mom on call here. Except that I didn't get shunned for not being a spiffy dresser or knowing the in people.

And now, I'd better temper my obviously bonkers hormones. Good night all!