It is funny how the mind works. I find myself thinking about blog posting material all the time but many times I forget about it before I ever get words to computer screen. Sometimes, I look back for a post that I'm sure I wrote and darn if I can't find it. I'm not sure if it never got written or if the search mechanism in blogger is just so poor I can't find it. Whatever the case is, I might as well start from the beginning and if you've read it in a past post that I can't seem to find, bear with me.
I grew up on a farm with a couple big dogs. However they were mostly seen and rarely heard. In the years since I left the farm, it seems as if every neighbor I've ever had owns small yipping dogs. The first house we bought, had neighbors on both sides with small yipping dogs. Every time I stepped into my backyard, both dogs would continuously bark at me during my entire stay out there making it a less than pleasurable experience. During the spring and fall months, we would often have our windows open at night to take advantage of some free air conditioning only to have to suffer through dogs barking at every leaf rustle in the night.
So when we were looking to move, one of our requirements was to move to an area where the houses were much further apart and hopefully there weren't neighbors with small yipping dogs. We thought we had bought just such a place when a few days after moving in we were greeted by a small yipping dog every time we went outside. To add insult to injury, these neighbors didn't heed the leash laws in our town and allowed their dog to freely roam our property and everyone who lived nearby. This wasn't so bad except for the presents one finds when walking through your yard or the particular shrub that smells like a port-a-potty on a hot summer day after a full day of use.
We could have complained to the neighbors but I know they would have been the type to take it personally and we decided to just live with it and pretend we like their dog. Besides, it was an older dog and we figured it wouldn't live much longer and then we would have peace again. Two years went by and this past spring (I think), their small yipping dog disappeared. It was quiet in our neighborhood and I could wander out in my own yard for hours on end and not have a small yipping dog following me around barking it head off. After few days of this of this, I saw the neighbor lady and inquired about her dog. She told me that it had been sick and wandered off during a bad storm and she was afraid for the worst. I told her I hoped that he would be found but privately jumped for joy that the dog may be gone for good. Another few days go by and then one day I'm outside and see what passed for a dog that has been dragged around the block and beaten with a stick for awhile laying out in front of their house. The dog had found his way back home half dead.
Our neighbors nursed him back to health and the small yipping dog eventually returned to terrorize the neighborhood. However, a few weeks ago I started seeing less of him again. One day while out working on my front porch, the neighbor lady asked me to keep my eye open for her dog. He had been deathly sick for a couple weeks and had an appointment to go see some specialty animal hospital 100 miles away the next day. However, her husband had seen fit to let the dog out the night before and they haven't seen him since. She was obviously upset with her husband and told me she just knew her dog was now lying dead in the woods somewhere. I told her I would walk my woods at the base of the hill and make sure her dog wasn't down there but privately, I was once again hopeful that the small yipping dog was going to yip no more.
I never found the dog and when we walk around the neighborhood, I keep my eyes peeled into the woods along the road but haven't seen him. Two weeks have passed and the one time the lady spoke with my wife, she was still convinced that her dog was lying dead somewhere in the woods and the husband really doesn't seen too concerned. Whatever the case, I am holding out hope that the dog doesn't return. Since they are an older couple that spend most of their winters down south and have to hire someone to look after their dog while they are away traveling, I'm hoping they decide that this dog was their last. I like my new found peace freedom.