Not a Dog Lover
I can’t even believe all the plans I’ve got for this weekend! Tonight my real estate agent (otherwise known as my friend Mini) and I are going to the Scottsdale Culinary School for dinner. Mmmm. After that I’m meeting two old friends for drinks, and then I’m meeting up with my brother at a dive bar to see his friends’ band. Tomorrow I’m going as africankelli’s date to a Halloween wedding, then to a Halloween party, then to another party with my bro. And Sunday I’m going to a movie with my soon-to-not-be-pregnant friend Shayla, then I plan on packing and ordering myself a large Barros pizza. Hamburger meat and black olive. With a Pacifico. mmmm again.
So, if you can’t beat the situation, take advantage of it, eh? 
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how we get attached to things. I think that’s one of the reasons why I loath garage sales so much. Yeah, yeah, I’m a certified packrat, but I also get emotionally attached to things (don’t all girls?). Like for instance, the stupid Ouija board. At the garage sale someone picked it up and offered me fifty cents for it. FIFTY CENTS?! My mind immediately flew back to girls’ slumber parties and crazy nights in dorm rooms. How could I give up a memory like that for fifty cents? And how about all my panda bears? True, I’ve kept a whole lot of my panda things, and 27 years-old is a little too old for stuffed animals, but every one of those came from someone who saw it and thought of me. How could I sell them?
But my house… I really have had a hard time with my house. I was looking at pictures the other day and it is amazing how many memories I have attached to this first house of mine. I got married while living in this house. We’ve had 4 years of holidays and birthdays in this house. We’ve had all kinds of parties and get-togethers. Ryan and I carefully fixed this house to fit us.
And that is why I’ve decided to announce, in front of the blogosphere, my new found love and devotion for the dogs from hell next door. Thank you for barking until 8am-5pm without stopping. Thank you for making it impossible to relax in my own beautiful backyard during the very nicest part of the year. Thank you for hanging over my wall howling at me as I do yard work. Thank you for barking so loud that I can’t even hear my own thoughts INSIDE THE HOUSE. For all these things, I thank you. You have made it a joy and a pleasure to give up my first home. And for that, I’m forever grateful.
Title: The Dog Next Door Does its Part While the Police Listen Out Front
