Today I arrived home to see one of those door hangers on my door. You know the ones that let you know that someone ‘offical’ had been by while you were gone and did ‘offical’ business? Yep, those ones.

This one was about my dog. Apparently one of our lovely neighbors decided to call animal control on us because we leave our dog out during the day. This particular love letter informed us that we were in violation of animal control law because we did not have a dog house or bed and no sustenance. Our dog Oreo, is apparently a victim of neglect. Really.

Well, that’s news to me. First off, we do leave the dog outside while we are gone during the day. Not because we are scared that he will have an accident, but because he has such bad separation anxiety that he will drag down the kids stuffed animal, dolls, toys, whatever and chew on them to make himself feel better. So we put him outside while we are gone, but he is left outside with food and water, and if the weather is wet he can go under the porch. When we come home, this poor mistreated dog is given love, attention, usually a pig ear, and a place on the couch- until we go to bed then he has his own bed in our room. People, I don’t get treated this good.

Oh, and to top things off, our cat cookie (who I have mentioned here and here) decided that this would be the day that she runs out the door. Usually, no problem because she roams around and then comes back in when we get home from work. But today, it was raining, and she decided to sit on the porch to keep dry and wait it out. And, of course, the animal control person is going to mention that, too. OF COURSE!

So thank you to my neighbors, for re-enforcing what I already knew. YOU SUCK! I don’t know which one it was exactly so I will lump you all in one suckish category. ‘K? If you had come and ask us about the dog or mentioned some way in which he was bothering you, we would have been happy to have a conversation about that. But we can’t have you be all brave and upfront and stuff, right?

So here is your love letter: I will continue to treat my spoiled pooch like I always do, and I LOVE the fact that I am moving in 7 months.