Crazy Neighbors

Matt here.

I know that Christa has recently promised to not post angry blogs, but I am not bound by her commitments.

So what's the deal with terrible neighbors and their crazy pets? When we first moved in, our next door neighbor was kind enough to apologize ahead of time for his worthless mutt, but he can't be bothered to keep the flea bag from barking through the night on a regular basis? Whenever I'm in the backyard and the dog starts barking I turn the hose on it and it stops. Late at night I open the window and yell at it, and it stops. Is it too much trouble for the owner to take responsibility for his own dog?

Here's the icing on the cake. I don't know who, (hopefully it's someone who reads this blog) but someone in our neighborhood is the proud new owner of a freakin rooster! How do I know this you ask? Because every morning this week from around 6am until I leave my home has been filled with the sounds of a cock-a-doodle-doo every 30 seconds.

Christa has resisted the idea of a BB gun for the neighbors dog, but I think I can win her over if I promise to hunt down the rooster too.

Anyways, since I'm all angry and worked up here at the office (this post is brought to you by IHC, Healing for Life), here's a good office video to enjoy.