This is part two of 'Next doors effing dog' If you read part one you'll have an idea how bad the noise was from next door, and after nearly eight painful weeks of it today was a mixture of emotions for me. Now Julie from next door was at the end of her tether with 'Sam' the evil noisy dog too. In that short time it had;
Chewed a brand new leather suite, ripped electrical cables, destroyed a DVD player and surround sound, punctured all the tyres on their bikes and jumped onto the cooker top and started the gas somehow, which flowed freely for about two hours until they got back.
This is just what I know about, but she reckoned it'd cost them about £4k in broken stuff. Somehow a little noise for me to put up with seems a bit insignificant now, but it reached a climax this morning. I was standing on my doorstep having a smoke and taking in the rays when I saw Julie coming out looking a bit grumpy. The conversation went like this;
Me: Morning Smiler!
Julie: The dog has eaten the front door (I'm not quite sure what she meant, and the door was still mostly there, but it seemed inappropriate to pick hairs)
Me: Crikey that sounds erm... awful. Any joy perhaps, maybe finding a new owner (who lives out of ear shot) for little Sammy? He does still seem to be quite upset about being left on his own, but there's still time for him to settle I suppose, it's only been 7 weeks 4 days and 16 hours he's been here.
Julie: Noooo, but I'm taking him to the vets to be put down this afternoon.
Me: Oh, erm, that's terrible I'm really sorry (in my head - DO - NOT - SMILE - YET- WAIT - UNTIL - YOU'RE - BACK - INSIDE - THE - HOUSE)
Now I know it's bad to take comfort in such an unpleasant thing as this, and in reality I would have much preferred Sam to go to a happy fluffy dog sanctuary with open fields so he could roam free, but I can't help but think he's better off than being trapped in that house all day. Although now I'm waiting to see what the next ghostly noise in my house might be...
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