More doggy thoughts

Yep, it’s been over an hour since my last post and Millie’s still at it.

So now I’m having ‘fix the doggy’ thoughts.

Weedkiller-flavoured raw steaks pushed through next door’s letterbox fluttered through my head about half an hour ago.

But that would be wrong so I’ve dismissed it.

I mean, it’s not Millie’s fault that her two owners are totally rubbish human beings, is it?

No, of course not.

So I need to fix the owners, not the dog.


hits head against the bed headboard

I can’t do it.

I can’t come up with a way forward.

Robbed of sleep my brain is refusing to function.

Suggestions please!


Good morning!

Ah, Sunday morning.

Breakfast in bed, an ogle at The Lovely S, a quick tap of the laptop.

And all accompanied by the ever-present howling of the bl**dy dog.

It was 02.20 when one of the owners arrived home last night – which silenced Millie.

But he went out around 10.00 this morning and she’s been howling ever since.


The Lovely S just said to me that perhaps we’d better go out soon.

We don’t have anywhere in particular to go.

She just means ‘perhaps we’d better get away from that howling dog’.





This might be badly constructed because it’s a rant driven by anger and because I’m angry I’m not going to be terribly nice.

So there.

See how much I just don’t care?

That’s a sign of anger that is.

This post might also contain swear words but hopefully I’ll have the presence of mind to edit those out before I press the ‘submit’ button.

The time is 01.50 (or ten minutes to two in the morning if you prefer).

I’m awake due entirely to the unbelievable thoughtlessness of our stupidly dim neighbours.

They have a dog, our neighbours.

It’s a kind of Basset Hound.

Her name is Millie and she’s eight years old (but if she was within reach of my hands right now the odds on her seeing her ninth birthday would be remarkably slight).

Millie howls when she’s left alone.

Guess what?

She’s alone.

And howling.

I’ve been upstairs in bed trying to sleep since 00.15 (quarter past midnight).

Entirely, conclusively and demonstrably unsuccessfully.

What selfish b*st*rds my neighbours are.

They know their bl**dy dog howls when she’s left alone.

They know because it’s been mentioned to them.

And now they’ve gone out for who-the-hell-knows how long and left their bl**dy howling b*st*rd of a f*ck*ng c*ck-s*cking bitch of a f*ck*ng dog alone in their house to howl all f*ck*ng night.

I really don’t care if they’ve gone to hospital because she’s having a baby.

That makes it worse in my view!

They didn’t see this coming?

They haven’t had at least six months to think out a dog care arrangement?

They didn’t?

They really didn’t?

Well how stupid are they?

It’s inconsiderate b*st*rds like this who give the rest of humanity a bad press.

I want to ring the police and report the dog for disturbing the peace.

And then I want to ring the RSPCA and report the owners for neglect.



F*ck ’em.