- We got new neighbors in the house behind us.
- They have 4- count 'em- 4! little yippy dogs.
- I listened them bark, day in and day out- 8-10 hours a day...
- For about a month.
- They seriously barked all the time.
- I listened to them with my eyes on my watch for an hour.
- There was a four second period of silence. The rest of the time it never stopped.
- I secretly hoped they would dig under the fence and come into our yard so our (quiet) German Shepherds could eat them for dinner. Or a light snack.
- Finally one day, I reached my limit. I called animal control and asked them just to stop by and let them know the barking was disturbing their neighbors.
- I felt bad about it, but I didn't want to make an enemy by asking them myself.
- THE NEXT MORNING I look out my kitchen window and notice their oldest son who I had never seen before.
- He was in a wheelchair.
- Oh, no, not like a regular wheelchair. No, no. It was an electric-quadriplegic-can't-move-at-all-lucky-if-he-can-speak-with-straps-to-keep-his-head-up type of wheelchair.
- I'm such a great person.
- I'm also pretty sure my chances of going to hell when I die went up about 27% with that phone call.
- I get to ponder on that in blissful silence, though. It's kinda nice.