Black Doggerel

My special bird dog found me a bird :D

It was a fledgling blackbird, huddled in a little ball on the pavement on our late dog walk down Woodbury Avenue. Spike and I both missed it entirely.

It was almost fledged, strong and uninjured, so I didn't mess with it except to pick it up and move it about two feet from where Squish found it, so that it was in a hedge on the safer side of a garden fence instead of on the actual pavement. Good luck, bird.

...two people in party clothes were ringing my neighbours' doorbell just as we were leaving. HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY.

I have new neighbours and they SUCK.

Weekend before last, around elevenish; I was trying to go to sleep, when I hear a very drunk woman in the hallway banging on their flat door and demanding to be let in, and someone inside yelling NO. This went on for two hours with her variously screeching in the hallway, outside in front of the flats ringing everyone's doorbell and screeching, and throwing things at their window and him inside turning his dance music up REALLY LOUD to drown her out.

There seem to be about eighteen people in that damn flat half the time, and none of them understand the concept of indoor voices at all. Last weekend I think they were actually having a party, but it was hard to tell because their normal noise level's about the same as your average windows-open, thumpy music you can hear halfway down the fucking street party anyway.

Few days ago, I'm taking dogs out and Squish starts eating something random outside on the front lawn. And I realise that the entire grassy bit out front is strewn with rubbish and crap that, by its pattern on the ground, has all been lobbed out of one upstairs window. Luckily, there was another neighbour outside in front of the building, and I was able to have a loud swearfilled rant about the scattered rubbish right underneath New Arsehole Neighbours' open window. Passive aggression FTW.

Tonight, it is 1am and someone is visiting them with a very excitable barky dog. Okay, MY dog is pretty fucking barky and excitable himself, but he LIVES HERE and when some fucking random strange dog starts barking in his hallway in the middle of the fucking night I DO NOT FUCKING WELL BLAME HIM.

So I shut the living room door to keep the dogs in here with me and keep the fucking peace. It feels claustrophobic and irritating and it makes Spike twitchy and nervous. I heaved a sigh of relief when I heard the loud voices and car door slammage outside, but although SOMEONE (and I think the dog) has driven the fuck away, when I opened the living room door there was a loud shouty argument happening out in the hallway that wound Spike up almost as much as the fucking dog did. So we're all shut in again.

URGE TO KILL. RISING.