Monday, November 17, 2008
I started it
It was a Saturday evening and I put Amelia down at seven o'clock. She went out like a light but he was just starting. By he, I mean my neighbors dog. He has two: one old, one young. It was the young one. The one he introduced to Amelia face to face so he could smell her and not bark "because these are our neighbors." This was said to the four legged animal in that tone of voice reserved for babies.
I guess his Mommy and Daddy went out for the night and the dog sat at the door and barked for 5 hours. He only stopped to swallow I assume since his little throat must have gotten dry on account of the barking.
Amelia slept through the whole thing but I almost couldn't so when my baby woke up at 5:30AM, we put her by the door so she could cry her ass off and wake up the dog. I know it's childish but it made us feel better.
But that wasn't enough. Later that week I saw the neighbor and told him. He was out to walk his four legged babies and I said
"Did you go out Saturday night?"
"Oh, one of your dogs really missed you. He barked a lot that night."
"Don't worry, he didn't wake up the baby but I felt bad for him."
Bull crap. I felt bad for me and my neighbor knew it so he didn't even say the obligatory "sorry". He just said good bye as I left the elevator.
Fast forward to last Thursday. He got on the elevator with Amelia and I. He takes a look at my child and says
"You weren't the one crying this morning, were you?"
Touche my friend. I had it coming. Ay Mama!