All play and no work makes me lose weight. I know, I don’t get how that works either. Is it because I am not sitting behind a desk for 8 hours with only two 15 minute breaks in between and one half an hour lunch break?
Is it because I have stopped munching at my desk as I try to get the report done before the end of the day approaches? Is it because I no longer have to stuff my face whenever a colleague is leaving, has a baby, has a birthday or is promoted?
Or it could be due to the fact that I am now officially broke and can’t spend any money on snacks. Either way it’s a win-win situation for me. Well, except for the empty bank account which became official yesterday. Also, yesterday was the first time my neighbor called animal control on me.
I was letting the dogs out for a short run and they usually run around for 5 minutes and run back into the garage. But then yesterday was different. They ran around and totally ignored me when I called them to me and ran up to my neighbors house. The neighbors cats were outside and they scooted away when they saw the dogs but my neighbor came out shouting “The dogs are not allowed on my property. Get them off my property!”. I apologized and got the dogs under control, while I was moving away she was telling me how one of her cats was blind and bla bla bla. Honestly, it’s hard to concentrate when I’m trying to control two eager dogs who look at my neighbor and thought she was playing a game with them as she would try to come out and scream at me but then would retreat back (she is screaming the whole time) when the dogs get close to her to sniff and play. So all I heard was bla bla bla …” if this happens again I will call animal control”. I looked up and said “ok”.
I thought that was the end of it but what do you know 2 hours later animal control came knocking on my door. The lady was really nice and just ask me to leash the dogs when I walk them.Apparently Samoyeds, huskies and any of the Nikita breed love to hunt cats, it’s in their blood. “Fucking neighbors, I should have let the dogs get one of em at least for all this trouble “. Sorry, for a few seconds while the lady from animal control was chatting to me this un-explainable rage came over me and images of injured cats and dog shit bombs at my neighbors front door just made me smile a little inside. Not that I would harm animals, I love cats but my neighbors are weird. They have a living room full of birds in this huge cage (so effectively they have no living room) and they freak out whenever they see my dogs (ok, 3 years ago when my dog was still a puppy it went into their house and scared the living daylights out of the mum). But, that was like 3 years ago!
It doesn’t help that I mistrust people who don’t like dogs. How can you not like dogs? Especially ones who look like this?
Anyhoo, so animal control came, spoke to me and left (all of this happened in under 5 minutes). I got my urge to ‘stomp over to the neighbors to scream inane stuff to them’ under control and just went about my business as usual.
So the whole point to this story is that after that, everything just felt wrong and I had this massive self pity party.
And I have no idea why. Deep down inside I was thinking of ways to make my neighbors pay but really it was my fault. I think I’m going all Jekyll and Hyde over the no snacks in the afternoon issue. Do you think it’s withdrawal symptoms?