I am a compassionate person to a large degree, two weeks ago my next door neighbours father died, it's a highly traumatic time for them, funeral to arrange and the general period of grievance. However, poor old Mr Neighbours Dad left a 12 year old highly spoilt yappy dog for them to inherit. To be honest, while they're in the house it's nothing to worry about, but as soon as they leave the little spawn of Satan on it's own it yaps constantly for the entire time they're out, and I know you're thinking 'yeah, it can't really be constant' but god it is, non fucking stop yapping.
But here's the difficulty, they are the best neighbours you could wish for. Always friendly, but not overly in that clingy way. They'll keep an eye on the house for me, let me know if the alarm goes off, he's an electrician and is going to sort out my 1940's fuse box and wire my garage for me. They really are lovely, but I just can't cope with that damn dog.
I consider myself a lover of animals in general, I don't condone any cruelty to them, ever. Although after two weeks of it I'm seriously considering increasing Nottinghams gun crime statistics.
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