I have a neighbor who lives two houses down from us. He owns a pack of dogs, and does not keep them confined in any way. As a result, they wander the neighborhood at night, getting into people’s yards and killing their pets. Our immediate neighbor has had several of his cats literally torn apart (my mom witnessed one of them being killed, and was unable to stop the dogs in time).

The dogs have come into our yard, and have killed most of our chickens. Last night, they killed Ethel, a hen that I had raised by hand.

Numerous calls to the Humane Society have done nothing. The neighbor himself was spoken to several times, and at first he said he would pen up his dogs, but didn’t. Now he won’t even take responsibility and gets all nasty, “How do you know they are my dogs?”

Because we live higher up the mountain than you, jackass, and can see you with them in your own goddamn yard.

Calls to the police only get us redirected to the Humane Society, a organization which has proved itself to be useless.

At this point I am open to suggestion. My next move is to go to the Humane Society personally on my next day off, and ask if there are any complaint forms I can file, and ask them the exact procedures concerning a pack of wild dogs in the neighborhood. Maybe with me in front of them and not on the phone, they will give me a better answer than, “We’ll look into it.”

…And said “yes.”

I’ll let you folks know when we set a date.

I’m getting married! Whoo-hoo!!

One: I’m going to be an auntie.

Two: My brother got married.

Okay. That is the order I recieved the news in, and just about as abruptly. They got married a couple of weeks after they told us they were having a kid. “They” being my brother and his girlfriend, er, wife.

I’m rather confused, and keep hearing the Twilight Zone theme at random moments.

I keep waiting for someone to yell, “You’re on Candid Camera!”

I wonder if I’m going to wake up and find out it’s all a dream, and kinda hope not because I like the idea of being an auntie and having Cindy for a sister-in-law.

So if it turns out to be reality, and not some hallucinogenic fungus I ate, then cheers! to the happy couple. May their marriage be awesome and the kid be a healthy little maniac.

Now to see if aliens landed in the backyard.

No, she’s still MIA, but I live. And I’m hacking her blog for a PSA:

Weblog Design Studios is HIRING »

If Wired knew how to code, she would so be kidnapped and enslaved put to work for me. *sigh*

Anyway, if you or someone you know can make pretty designs and code them from blogs, come visit us.

And…maybe Wired will post in another 6 months.

PS: I’m still hijacking blogs. You have been warned!

Postnuke is GONE! WordPress is in!

Gallery will be up…soon…eventually…hopefully…