Putting out Fires

Mika has been so good about being out of the crate.  Until last week.  After the incident with the beer bottle, the chicken, and the scissors, we took that girl to the vet for advice.  They told us that she had separation anxiety.  I’m not surprised.  I was gone all summer and Ryan’s been working a lot of 72hr shifts lately.  The vet suggested that we distract her when we leave the house, as most dog destruction happens in the first 20 minutes of their humans being gone.  So every morning I’ve been shoving peanut butter in a shin bone to keep her busy.

Well today I used my camera to take an artsy picture that I’m really proud of.  It is entitled The Wrath of Mika, Oct 12th 2005.  I would show you this picture were it not for the fact that the thing destroyed today was THE FREAKING USB CABLE FOR MY CAMERA!  That’s right folks, instead of ingesting glass, this week she’s chosen to ingest pieces of metal wire.  Now I’m on 24-hr no food, vomit watch.  *sigh* 

In other dog news:  this afternoon I was sitting at my desk fuming about the barking dogs next door.  So I called animal control.  Evidently in our city its against the law to have a dog causing a barking disturbance ANY time of day.  With a very viable Plan B in my pocket, I decided to first try another conversation with them.  So I took our portable phone, walked into my backyard, and left a message on their answering machine about the dog barking.  I have a feeling they’ll get the point because their dogs were barking so loud in the background, I’m sure they could barely understand my message.  I got home after learning to knit (laugh if you will) tonight to find a message from the neighbors saying that they’re seriously considering a bark collar.  A pig just flew by the window. 

To the comments about our move from this house:  yeah, I can see how it would sound insane that we’d move because of barking dogs, but YOU DON’T KNOW.  Our house is no longer peaceful, we can’t be in our own awesome backyard, I can’t lay out in the afternoon…  But besides all that we’ve been planning to move for a while, this was just the last straw.  Ahhhh, to be in a neighborhood where people pull their weeds, don’t have tinfoil in their front windows, and don’t have a set of high school lockers in their front yard for 2 years.  On that:  this weekend is my neighborhood’s annual community yard sale.  (trashy people selling trash, yeah I said it)  Ryan and I have decided to sneak over to the locker house the night before and put up a huge sign saying, “LOCKERS, FREE TO A GOOD HOME”. 

The end.