Observation #2 of living like normal people: People down here are way more up into my business.
Let me explain.
We have two golden retriever mixes, Trouble and Sky. And I will admit it to the world: They are hoodlums! They believe it is their job to destroy socks, pillows, t-shirts, towels, and the occasional pine tree. They also believe they must protect us from the very dangerous white-tail deer that lurk around this new house. And they are fully committed to their jobs.
That means they bark when there are deer around. And unlike at 10,500 ft., where the deer are still very much wild and don’t stick around if a dog barks at them, the deer down here look at our dogs, like, “Yeah. Whatever. Bark at me all you want. I can’t hear you. You’re invisible to me. And this tall grass is really good, by the way. You should try it.”
This infuriates the hoodlums. First, they don’t like grass anyway unless they are sick. And second, the message they send back to the deer is this: “Fine. I will bark my head off and foam at the mouth like I have rabies if you continue to just stand there.”
Further complicating things (for me), is that, unlike in the mountains, the houses here are right on top of one another (literally, since we live on a hill.)
So, it was only a matter of time before a neighbor decided he must talk to us about our barking dogs, on behalf of another neighbor. (So he says. I can’t hear you ….)
This neighbor also told us he has observed our dogs and he does not believe that we walk them enough. And that he feels sorry for the dogs when they bark like that. Ummmm. We do walk our dogs, and we play with them for at least two hours a day in the backyard, and they are actually treated pretty much like humans …. which is better than this dude treats his girlfriend, from what we’ve heard of their conversations. (Maybe they’re not getting in enough walks together.)
So there you go. When you decide to leave the mountains and live like normal people, it seems you have to actually DEAL with people. And that’s just not something I’m good at.
P.S. Observation #1 – it’s damn hot down here. I have Al the Swamp Cooler blowing on me and the hoodlums right now, in fact. Yes, the hoodlums are so mistreated, lounging on my bed, chewing on massive chewbones with cool air blowing in their faces. But hey, at least they’re not annoying nosy neighbors.
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I think those dogs are your ticket back to the mountains!!
shhhhhh … my plan is still unfolding!
OMG! I can’t believe he said he’s been observing you! And tells you you’re not walking your dogs enough. That’s even worse than here in the ‘burbs!!
I know! CRAZINESS.
I love that you are trying to live like “normal people”, (not really, “normal” is so over-rated!). I moved back to Maine to live in my freaking tree house with my adorable, precocious goldendoodle, Rilla and go mushrooming. :O)
O.K. When I said I would enjoy reading about your living “normal” escapades I didn’t expect to be literally laughting out loud. Furthermore, I realize that in our past life, i loved you because you’re a smartass! That’s true for the current life too! Have you been invited to the Homeowners Association Meeting yet?
Di – I am so honored to be called a smartass by you! Seriously. 🙂
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